nad at 18.

i took out my journal i kept 4 years ago and read some of my favourite quotes and poems that i wrote in it (i’ll post up some of them). it’s always fun trying to recall the person that i was. it was like my present self was hovering somewhere near my dear 18 year old, smiling slightly because she knew secrets that the younger one didn’t.

she thinks, aww, this girl has a lot of growing up to do (: