I’m 13; loving and hating life at the same time.
At the moment, I love my house. My bedroom; my window seat. My family and close relatives mean heaps, and they no that, I all I want to do is spend more time with them.
School is spent rushing, and working, and the days go way to quick. But at home, homework and assignments seem to take up all my time.
My friends no who they are, and without them, I would not be me. They mean so much, and I love them so much. Even the boys mean heaps; they are great friends. Without them, I’d be lost ♥
My own dog means a lot; although this sounds strange and frightening – he is someone to talk to in the afternoons after a long time at school. I love him, maybe too much.
Although I don’t learn anymore, piano is a hobby; not an interest or a talent; just something I enjoy sitting down to on a regular basis.
Lost friends and primary school are much missed memories; which I wish I could retrieve. Indoor hockey and handball on a Friday afternoon.
I love my parents, maybe more then any other average teenage girl, but I know that they would do anything for me. I’m spoilt and I know it; although I still don’t help out as much as I should.
I miss Granny, and I wish that I could have got to known her myself; not from the stories and memories my much-loved
And last, but defiantly not least, Jessica Nancy Lally. I love her heaps, much to Rebeka’s disgust. This is for Jess; she’s the big sister that I never had (:
awwwwwwwww! So sweet. Very retrospective. I would love to call 'the boys' friends, but they can be real idiots. I only really have 2 boy friends. not boyfriends, friends who are boys. Eugh, anyway, good to see ur blogging!
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