5:46

So I was just flicking through Facebook posts, and I found photos of my old school. And it made me miss it a lot, because it was small and everyone new everyone, and mostly because when I was there everything was just really good, and I spent 5 years of my life, going to school and being (mostly) really happy about going. That's not to say I hate High School. Because I don't. In the past two years I have met some of the most beautiful, inspiring and awesome people. But I have also had two of the toughest years of my life. Because the environment is so different to my old school. I have been bullied (which, sidenote: is not what has made it tough. It has certainly contributed, but not that much. I don't care what people say, and learnt quickly that they try to belittle you, to bigger themselves. Which is actually pretty funny when you think about it). The funny thing is though, while I have had a tough two years (mostly year though), I have also got a job, which I love, and the people I work with are really nice, and I don't have to go to work and worry, which is good. I have also been in the top class. Made a friend who even though we met this year (August?) it feels like I have known her a lifetime.

And I have exams at the end of the week. I am taking them and I feel kind of worried. I have studied, but I never feel like it is enough. I know that my expectations of myself are stupidly high, and the people around me never fail to remind me of this. But still. Today I worked and yesterday I had Martha's birthday get together, and so I have done none this weekend and school is tomorrow. And I am going to stop writing about this now, because it is making me feel more and more worried and ugh.

So I am going to go and study.

I apologize if this post was deep, and sad and maybe even annoying.

But thanks for reading.

And maybe even understanding.

Photo Montage:

*Current mood*

 

Kind of obsessed with Demi Lovato atm. <3

 

Not all these apply to me. But I miss a lot of things. Especially when we did whatever we wanted without worrying about being judged, and also not caring what we looked like. Also I just felt this related to the blog post.

 

 

 

Much Love.

 

PS: Regarding the post about adulthood above. I am not an adult guys, I am a teen. I'm sorry to the adults out there that have to buy their own juice pouches (Pouches? Where are they called that... Over here it is boxes, anyway...) and fruit snacks, I feel sorry for you, I really do. :P