When I started up this blog, I saw 18 as old.
I thought I was heading directly towards adulthood,
yeah, sure, why not?
I definitely wasn't, i'm definitely still not.
When do you become an adult anyway?
How do you know?
It's my last week as an 'official 18 year old adolescent'
and yes, I work full time,
I live by myself...
I pay for my own food.
I make my own doctors and dentist appointments.
But I still call my mother, 'mummy'
I still have a cuddly toy
(his name is Target, he has a hairy chest, 3 legs and wears a frown)
I get tired and stroppy and cry when I fall over
and I'm hopelessly disorganised and forgetful.
I can't cook.
Maybe this is why I'm taking a gap year... I should probably grow up...
But maybe I should have as much fun as I possibly can
before that happens.
Happy Blogging
p.s. that's right, the rounded edges are back
