On my 21st birthday I fell asleep at about 10pm in em's bed in Plymouth while everyone else had a party without me. Officially I went to Thorpe Park for my celebrations, I had lots on my mind at the time and cried as the theme park music played and children ran about dripping ice cream. Needless to say, my birthday was a flop.
It hit me today that 12 months can change absolutely everything and sometimes nothing at all. My closest friends who I have now known for 8 years, some longer have stuck around through so much. I went to Brownies with Danielle and sometimes I swear she used to pick on me for being a fat child. When it gets to ten years it will be bizarre. Then there are newer friends, India from college and her kindness with an awful break up. Nailah knows how to push my buttons and make me laugh in equal measure and newer friends from London who have made the city feel like home.
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