so i’ve posted the photo below before, but right now i’m in an incredibly reminiscent mood and i just had to post it again. in 2008 i went to New York with my best friends and my schools drama department, easily one of the best weeks of my life. and now everythings different, the people who were so important to me back then hardly feature in my life anymore and isn’t that sad? i always disliked change and it’s only lately that i’ve noticed how much i’ve let change. this morning my two old best friends flew back to New York, as we always said we would. and yet i find myself sat at home whilst they re-live what i ought to be re-living. jealousy is a cruel emotion and i bitterly regret the choices that led up to me being sat here typing this. i made some mistakes and i’m not too proud to admit that, but my pride got in the way of my apology for all this time. oh dear, i feel incredibly foolish and this knowledge is my punishment for being a stupid and bitchy teenage girl.
