wow, it's been a really long time since I've written in this.
I've been in Australia the past 3 weeks, and still am. So I've been writing another blog for my boyfriend, and I've been posting on that, even though it's ridiculously romantic and sentimental and stuff, and before I left I was doing my a-levels, and attempting to concentrate on them and things.
I just felt a need to write in this, about change.
Change is a big thing to me. I don't like when things change.
When my mom threw out our old sofa it had to be put outside until someone could collect it. I sat on it all day in a big big coat reading A series of unfortunate events (I was probably 12-ish at the time, maybe a little older), and drinking cups of tea my family would bring out to me.
But sometimes things are sadder when they don't change.
Sometimes you realise that people can say things, dress things up to be different than they actually are, but they are the same person.
Anyway. I'm coming home later next week, and I can't wait to see everybody. I miss my sweet boyfriend and lovely mummy.
later all.
