In my head I will always be a stubborn teenager, with dyed red hair in various shades, with a stud through her lip. Surely I can’t stay like this for the rest of my life? It scares me to think that we all grow older and things about us start to change. I don’t want things to change I like everything the way it is now. I also find it funny how I never think about these things, then one day, BAM it all hits me. I can’t be expected to know what I’m going to be doing in years to come now… Can I?
Remain optimistic about the future and I’m sure I’ll be fine.
Hopefully.
