madiii

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So I'm almost 15 and life is going to fast. I know i'm so young to be talking about this but it's true. 2 months in england i spent, away from home and the people i feel most comfortable with and it's been great. Proving my independence but it also showed me that 1/6 of the year i spent in england. And did that time go slowly, hell no. I spent the time of my life making friends, meeting guys, partying, school, shopping and having fun. I arrived home yesterday and it feels like i left last week. Of course my familys changed, dad's cancer's has got better but he's thin and off work for 3 months, mum incredibly stressed with the pressure of looking after dad day in day out, Jake well nothing's changed with him. Except he can admit i'm not the little girl he once thought me of. 

Since i left i've matured, grown taller, become skinnier, more independent, my self confidence has risen and i've learnt that there's no where like home.

I've been an aunty my whole life, with my half brother nick having a son before i came along and two beautiful daughters after. I wish i was older so i could spoil them more but i love that i have a strange story to tell.

My life isn't all Princes and Pumpkin Carriages although as much as i wish when i was little no such thing happened. I wouldn't say my life is easy but its going somewhere. 

My books is where i let out my dreams, my secrets, the truth. I always hide a little reality to a story. Try to find it :P

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. 
Oscar Wilde