Time

Time goes so fast. I remember being so young, like before I moved to Cornwall. The things I used to get up to. I wish I could go back in time and do those things again but appreciate them a whole lot more. My brother turned 23 yesterday and I can't believe he's that old already. Like, 23 is a big number, not like 18 or 21.

23. I'm 18, soon to be 19 and I'm so scared of growing up. It's like it gives me more opportunities, then I lose alot of them too. Things you shouldn't do when you're 19, that you can when you're 18.

Although I can't wait to live in London trying to make my way as a photographer and travelling, I know that will just bring more responsibilities. All I have of my past is the memories in my head. No photos. Which really annoys me, I wish I'd of had a camera when I was young. But then maybe I wouldn't be where I am today.

I know I'm gonna give my kids cameras. And I'll tell them to take as many photos they want, I'll dev all their films for them and then when they're older they can look back and remember.

I remember my parents saying "if I could go back to school I would" and I would be like "no I wouldn't, I can't wait to finish", but then by my last yea at school I was thinking the same thing. I think I think of consequences way too much. I'm already thinking of how you're judging me when you read this. I did it the other day with Erin, I told her what she was about to say before she even knew she was going to say it.

I kind of don't want my blog to be this serious after reading some other peoples blogs that are full of photos etc. But you know what - fuck it.