It's quite scary how time flies, how I still sometimes feel like that awkward 14 year old girl with a someone else's style entering a new school three times the size of the last educational establishment. Yet, in reality, I'm 18 years old, physically not awkward anymore, and am about to walk out on my fourth school in 13 years of schooling.
I've really grown so much in the last four years, it's unfathomable. The first time I held hands with a boy was the fifth grade, and it didn't happen again until I was 15. In a years time I went from not kissing any boy to kissing 17 boys, and I'm still cleaning up that mess.
I went from semi-kinda believing in God, and going to church because it was social time to not believing anything really, then finally becoming a Christian, and practice it.
There isn't one thing that hasn't changed, and I'm really glad that things changed. For awhile I was scared of any kind of change, but now I'm all for it, ready to open a chapter of my life.
I'm a really crappy writer. urgh
