in less than a month my age will consist of a 2 and a 0.

I miss my planter pot of pansies that used to sit outside the breakfast alcove window, by the pool.

Sometimes fragments of memories from the past pop into my head and I miss being a kid in melb. so terribly much.

I guess it's cause I feel old. School's ending soon, and there are so many changes up ahead.

I don't want to think abut it but inevitably, everything will change. I'm scared of growing apart, of losing touch, of things not working out how I want them to.

I'm so goddamn scared of what might happen.

I really am.