My name is Becky. I'm twenty three years old and I have been with my boyfriend for five years (six in October). I stayed In school and past my A levels, I could of gone to university, but instead I went out and got a admin job. I have dreams or becoming a established writer. I come from a well off middle class family where my dad was a banker (has since retired and has dreams of becoming a green keeper) and my mum is a teaching assistant. I have an older brother who has a successful career in public affairs after a stint at university that landed him with a first in politics. I have a good group of friends who i can rely on for anything.Over all it would appear I have an pretty good life. I suppose in some respects i do, but don't be fooled, I'm not perfect. Me and my boyfriend have problems. There is a different drama within my friendship group on a weekly basis. I can't be a writer as I don't have a degree and no one wants to hire you without one. My parents may have money but I'm still left counting the pennies just before pay day trying to get enough together to pay for my bus far. I have really bad body issues and majorly lack in confidence in myself. I don't do things through fear of getting hurt or people laughing at me. Im a hypercondract, a simple headache turns into a brain tumour and im frantically telling everyone i love them before i go to sleep in case i die. Ive been lied too. Ive been cheated on. I've been hurt (but then haven't we all?)
So that's me... What about you?
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