From a bright-eyed, keen and utopian child, I have turned into a hard-hearted, sad and cynical young adult, experienced things, seen things, learnt things. But, I think all is well and good at this point in time, for where melancholy lurks, inklings of happiness breed.
This is a post for the young and naive me, for the unprepared teenage me whacked and slapped swiftly by life, for the desperate, lost and fatigued me at ten-twenty two in the evenings. This is also a post for 19-year-old me who's somehow learnt to love herself and who's learnt to embrace the scars on her body and who's learnt to take a step back.
These are some of the things I've learnt at 19.