A lot has happened and so much has changed. Luckily this includes the colours of my bedroom walls. Three and a half years has been forgotten in...how many months has it been? Mental. Stacking shelves made me a new person and got me further to the idolised hat. The driving dream has finally been accomplished, quite a happy little driver. Just need to perfect the steering whilst dancing now. I will be out of here by hopefully early next year. I love how all I ever say is how I want to go home, but I just want to grow up and do something. Can't wait to have my own little flat with Robbie and make new friends. Where Tabby will not be writing on the walls... For once I'm the one that's been left behind, for a dream life in Crete, a university course and a baby. Everyone else is growing up and I feel more behind than ever. I've even forgotten how to write, I wonder why the NME don't want me. Probably because I'm bullshit and can't even pass my theory test after two attempts.