three days before my eighteenth birthday and looking back i’m so proud of how far i’ve come. three/four years ago i never in a million years thought i’d reach eighteen, there was a lot of stuff standing in my way. for the first time in my life, i can honestly say i’m happy.

it’s awful when you thought you’d moved on and then they come back into your life and you decide you want nothing to do with them… then you realise that your not over them at all but they’ve finally started getting over you. guess its time to move on now, everything will turn out okay, I hope?