To Die Would Be an Awfully Big Adventure

Well. I guess we begin at the beginning; have had this blog sitting quietly since the summer and just haven’t done anything about it but I figure now is the time to do so.

The time is currently 11.52PM, and it is Wednesday the 3rd of October 2012.

I don’t know what changed within me to start doing this blog properly, but I’m glad it did because I’ve always known that I wanted to start a blog – I just haven’t really had the motivation.

Now, I do. I think maybe it has something to do with Challenge Camp, because that was when everything changed for me. Again, I don’t know why anything changed but I reckon it had to do with my terrible claustrophobia when I was about to go into a cave – I shudder at the mere thought of it. Something about that cave freaked me the fuck out, and i burst into tears more quickly than I think I have ever done before.

Challenge Camp was great, and I think after it I gained this passion for life. Literally, I’m just striving forwards now. I know what I want, it’s all there before me. I want to get over a certain boy. I want to enjoy these last 8 months I have in the most wonderful place I’ve ever known, because the time is flying by bloody fast and I’m anxious because of it. I don’t want to leave, it’s not time yet. All I know is that I have a lot of time left, or so it would seem, and I refuse to waste it or let my infatuation with someone who doesn’t reciprocate it get in the way of my fun and my freedom.

It’s time to have a blast. It’s time to be young and wild and stupid, and I’m going to live it up with all I’ve got. I’ll get to the end of this year shattered and broken, wounded and empty, but I’ll know that it has all been worth it.