Birmingham …. shit.
I’m still only in Birmingham.
Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back down The Smoke.
When I was home after my first redundancy, it was worse.
I’d wake up and there’d be nothing.
I hardly said a word to my girlfriend until I said yes to a break-up.
When I was here I wanted to be there; when I was there all I could think of was getting back into the Midlands.
Been here 6 years now.
Waiting for a job.
Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker.
And every minute those spotty little IT graduates slouch in their office chairs, they get stronger.
Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter.
Everyone gets everything he wants.
I wanted a job.
And for my sins they gave me one.
Brought it up to me like room…
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