After three years of living in Brisvegas's blooming glitterati Rebecca sat sprawled across her best friend's couch. They lamented on the years after High School with misery. Of rehabilitation, of heart-breaks and debt. By the next week they had moved pennilessly to Melbourne. With the healthy amount of cynicism that is only acquired by waitressing Rebecca enrolled in Creative Writing, it, being the only subject she enjoys as wholeheartedly as a newly acquired bottle of red. With her expensive journals, cheap champagne and broken cigarettes, she finds the lights shine brighter here than anywhere else..
Terrible Writer Shit, completely understand. x
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