what day is it?

a week till i'm 17, thats what.

and for my 17th i get my own flat, not one with the boyfriend..

my own.

do you know how good that feels?

something thats ALL yours, and having left home how independent you become?

no more.. "i'll have to ask my parents if thats okay.."

nuhuh, its all about me now.

YOU DID WHAT?

Anyone remember, C?

Well she brought MY boyfriend, lady gaga tickets for christmas.

wtf.

you can't go and buy MY boyfriend something like that!

HES NOT GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU AGAIN.

...stupid girl, whos too fat for my clothes.

you broke the button off my shorts, idiot.

On a nice note:...

H: i miss you, its unreal.

when we all started this little world of our own i had no idea i'd meet someone like you, who within seconds of meeting i could laugh at like i've known my whole life. there was no awkwardness with us. and that week you stayed down was brilliant, you know i cried when you got on that bus. come back babe. i still have maddys camera full of pictures of us which i still have no idea where the lead is, and how we ditched a party so i could go make out with my 15 year old affair-er. you mean the world to me, even if you are very small. :')

A: I read your blog.

it made me cry.

i miss you, and how we used to be.

Ginger nut 4 custard cream.

wifey fo' lifey.

R: as much as i act like a dick to you, i don't mean it. i love you really, an awful lot. i watched your and A's video today of you two on the plane. "i miss hannah and jade." it made it hit home how much we've drifted, all of us.

lets change that.

2010 = H+R+A+J.