06 August, 2012


I suppose I AM becoming more mature. Buying things like patchwork doorstops, being scarily possessive about my newly-organised room. Fanatical about finding a job, stopping dying my hair and doing my nails regularly.
I don't even go out much anymore.
That's not exactly through choice though.
Freaking out about uni...
Three years away.
Don't text that much.
Being considered an 'adult' at restaurants.
Thinking about car insurance, petrol etc.
Buying grown-up things.
I change a little bit every year, but I don't actually think I've ever changed this much.
I hope when we go back, my newly-formed persona will concentrate around me like a hard Perspex shield, and I'll be safe.
We shall seeeeeee.
We shall see.