I don't even know how to start this post, my mind has gone blank. Wow, the 31st of December 2016, who would've thought this day would come? Above is a link to the 31st December 2015 - travel back in time if you wish, all you'd see is a cheesy 16 year old talking about how she had her first kiss and wrote a diary. brb, vomiting. So embarrassing! But I love the nature of life. I love the concept of time. I wrote in that post: "Who knows what I'll be thinking when I look back in memories on something so present to me now?"
Well, a couple things definitely spring to mind:
First of all wtf was I wearing? I haven't worn those ghastly shoes since May. Secondly, I have no idea where that ghastly green blazer is - which is a good thing because it definitely wasn't working for me. And thirdly, why did I go out that night? I spent it with people I didn't know and barely liked, it was cold and uneventful, although I did get to do the count-down with family when I eventually got back to them. What a weird night! I genuinely blame my descent into the new year on how badly/wishy-washy the year went as a whole.
This year has been interesting. It's been a special year for writing I guess. A good year for introspection. This whole post will be a compilation of quotes from my diary and pictures from other journals I have written in through out the year. I didn't complete the whole notebook of my diary like I did with last years - I'm guessing that's because most of this year has been me suffering under the torments of A-level! But they are a decent depiction of my time in 2016.
This is a strange, vague yet very detailed insight into how I have felt this year. Despite some implications, it's actually been pretty rad at times. I've been to Edinburgh and performed in a festival. I've been to Jamaica for the first time. I've met and gotten closer with some cool and beautiful people. AND I'm determined to get a hold on my life in light of the important decisions I am being pushed to make.
“I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes--everywhere. Until it's every breath I breathe. I'm going to go out like a fucking meteor!”See u in 17.