17, now.

Like I’ve said before, my university days are quickly approaching and I feel more and more overwhelmed each time something hits, be it remembering my childhood, realising how little time we have left together, thinking about how this may be the last time I’m doing something… Until I finally broke down the other day.

Life right now is so fleeting; I never gave it much thought and took what I had for granted – my friends, my surroundings, this school… I don’t want to lose any part of it. I’m so deeply in love with what I have right now, and I don’t want to just watch the remaining two and a half months pass by. Each passing day just throws me on an exponentially accelerating trip to the next chapter of my life, which I’m in no way ready for.

So here I am, desperately clinging on to whatever I can, and whatever I have left.