I’m excited and I’m nervous and I want to cry and I’ve drunk about three cups of coffee today with different people who are all so wonderful I can’t believe they actually want to hang around me and I’m seventeen and I’m moving out and everything I own fits into five suitcases and two boxes and my dad gave me a card where he finally acknowledged I was actually leaving and Katy made all my clothes smell like Britney Spears perfume which I hate but also makes me miss her already because she’s my best friend and my mum’s googling touristy stuff to do in Sydney for tomorrow and I want to straighten my fringe but I can’t because it’s packed away and I know I’ve forgotten something important but I’m not sure what and I think I already regret packing that eighties prom dress but what if I have a party to go to and I’m feeling poverty stricken already and that’s a weird feeling for me and I haven’t said goodbye to half the people I wanted to and somehow none of this is very important but if I don’t type this out I’ll yell it at someone and no one deserves that.
Fuck.
