So i just turned 18.
It's funny because i remember writing a post about being 16 or so and back then i thought i figured everything out.
Well i was wrong.
I have changed, i have developed as a person and i have pretty much very little actually figured out.
I don't mind to be honest.
The future scares me slightly less these days, like i told myself : "whatever will be, will be."
I am looked after, i have people to trust and lean on when in need, I'm not alone.
Life will bw fine, i will eventually see where i am going.
My mum woke me up today just before 10am and started talking about how i was born and how i was as a baby and even though i heard the stories a million times before, this time it was different. She mentioned details she hasn't told me before.
Like the fact i had to be taken out 2 weeks before the due date as her blood pressure was really high or she told me about the time they took me home from hospital and in the morning they thought i was dead as i didn't cry when i woke up. (i rarely cried as a baby which was a great contrast to my older brother).
Dunno that was random.
I am pregnant with my birthday cake, i has so many sweet things to eat it's sickening.
Peace out.
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