Big Boobed Yellow Pineapple :)
Basically, it feels like my world is slowly falling apart...not to be too over dramatic or anything.
Hello, well, last 30 minutes before the big 17! 16 has been good hasn’t it? I just hope to read this back this time next year and think 16 was a pathetic year compared to all the adventures I would have had when I was 17. 16 was a year of firsts for me, right from the start to the very end. First Lottery Ticket, First Kiss, First Drink, First Drunk Night, First alcohol related Sickness, First Time To Ameica, First Public Exams, Prom, Sixth Form… so many amazing memories, and I hope 17 will follow the same way, First driving Lesson tomorrow for instance. However, I hope 16 will be a year of lasts too. I hope 16 will be the last year where cancer relates to someone living under the same roof as me, I hope 16 will be the last year I have to act as the parent, not the child. I also hope 16 is the last year that I let anyone I care slip away from me. I hope by the time you read this next year, you are finally happy with your body, and have learnt that beauty isn’t skin deep. I hope you’ll have many more crazy nights, but even more crazy revision sessions so you can get the exam results you deserve. I hope you become more confident and let everyone see you for the girl I know you can me, but the girl you are too afraid to show. I hope you find someone special, I hope you laugh, I hope the only tears you cry and due to laughter. But more than anything, I hope you are happy, and that you have fun.
