I’ve got 5 months to say my goodbyes. I have no doubt they will be some of the hardest words I’ve had to say. I cant even imagine how lost I will feel when every one around me drives off into the horizon, ready to meet new people and explore new places. All the while I’m still here, only difference is I’ll no longer be surrounded by the people who make it all worthwhile. I haven’t made much of my time so far, I rarely live in the moment, however I know that when it comes down to it, with tears pouring down my face, and all the well wishes and promises of contact stuck in my throat, I will truly feel alive. Not only alive but part of something. Some people will be forgotten in no time at all, some will be sorely missed, some peoples parting will be too unbearable to fully comprehend until it’s a year on and you realise there is still a massive hole in your once content life. I have tried to plan what I will say to each friend, personalise those last few moments so they feel sincere. I know I will say nothing to some and yet inside I will still have to say goodbye. It these people I worry about the most. How can I leave without saying a word, even though that’s what I do day in, day out. He may not be part of my life any more but he’s still part of my heart and I fear this will be the last chance I have for him to be something.

On a more practical note I'll explain some logistics of my current situation even though this will not be read. I have become an artist! Tadar! Yes I know longer give a damn about my academic achievements instead I have decided to focus solely on my painting and 3D. This is all thanks to college by the way. Any way I've been accepted into uni which is exciting, I'll start my foundation on september 10th. The above piece explains just how terrified I am but theres no turning back now I guess.