im going to write a poem
to help me pass the time
i may be tired,
and uninspired,
but hey,
its in rhyme

i hear my cousins shouting
screaming, all so loud
theyre playing pictionary next door
so young, so fresh to the world

i spoke to my cousin in south africa today, he turned 13. he sounded like a man, and i dont even know him at all: he's like a stranger to me. it was sad: im not going to see him for so long, and he's growing up, and i should be closer to him, and i probably never will be, because i'm getting old to be friends with 13 year olds. my familys going to south africa soon, without me, and half of me is really sad that im not going: i dont get to any of my family, my cousins, aunty, uncle, granny and grampa. imagine if i never get to see them again. life is so fragile, so liable to just end, like that, in a split second.

im exhausted
i should probably sleep
but i dont want to leave my room
maybe,
i wont then.
beddies, with my ipod, and pajamas.
year 12 is an excuse for built in behaviour

i get all teary even just thinking about finishing
tiredness + stress is a lovely combination

im so excited to see my sisters grow up
so excited for life
so scared

twelve days
12
ten plus two
a week plus five days

goodnight
xoxoxx