I’m trying to move away from the person I was becoming. New life, new tumblr !
Sometimes it seems as though I’m ageing in small increments, not year by year as you would expect but by knowledge and experience. 3 months ago I was I was a different person to the one I am today. Just like being 18 made me realise how silly I was at 14, at 20 how I suddenly felt like I ought to be a woman when I still felt 17. At 22 realising I was beyond childhood and now at 24, realising that I’ve been a fool and I’ve been young and that I don’t have to apologise for it. I’ve aged with a growing wealth of literature, music, sketches, friendships and it’s taught me not to be proud because as I age I’ll see fault where before i thought there was none. I am happy with that.
