2013.

Since I was a little girl, I have always been told to respect my elders. Namely, my family; Mum and Dad.

I'm a bit of an oddball of society, I was raised by a man once my parents decided to split when I was 3 years old. I've always seen my mother and had regular contact with her, however as I have got older, I've begin to realise that respecting is a two way thing, the age has nothing to do with it.

This is by no means my echo of society, I love my family, I really do, but at times, I struggle to like them. To me that is an awful big difference. I'm 19 years old, I have my whole life ahead of me, yet neither are interested in my life, they don't care what I do, but the moment I do, do something they are the first to criticise. It breaks my heart that they are like that; I'm their only daughter and quite frankly one of the only things they have to boast about, yet they chose not to.

A perfect example is this new year. I work at a harbour side pub; I work NYE just like every other person within the trade... however originally I was meant to be going back to my mothers on friday for the remainder of my break from Uni. Instead this morning I was woken up with a phone call from her saying my father had rang her, telling her to pick my up New Years Day.

I am nineteen.

 The fact that they believe they can pass me around like they could when I was five hurts. I feel sick with anger and humiliation. Maybe I sound very childish and typical tween anger (i really hope not) but this blog is my place to vent as well as be creative.

2013 has been a ridiculously tough year, I took my A level exams, got into university, moved out from my hometown, lost contact with my oldest friends, broke someones heart, fell in love, drank so much that I'm fairly certain my liver is packing up, been on a emotional roller coaster regarding my bodyweight and been through absolute torment and a very near mental breakdown. (literal, not metaphorical)

I wish i could say I enjoyed every moment, however I'd much rather wipe 2013 off as a painful year never to mentioned again, I deserve to be happy and it is time I cut the dead people away from me and start living for myself; not anyone else.

My gran once said to me;

Georgia, You are beautiful, intelligent and exactly the kind of person this world needs, do not waste your chance, grab it and enjoy

 I miss her.
G