Looking back at these photos brings a huge, huge, huge feeling of nostalgia, I cannot comprehend how much I actually miss being younger. I know I'm not old, I've just this moment turned eighteen. But eighteen is the end of my childhood, like that's it. So much is changing this year, I'm going to univeristy, having to live on my own, no more holidays with my parents, it's all a bit too much at this moment. No joke, I actually may have cried when I looked back through all my photos.
I seem to go from being around several months to five onwards, finishing around eight years old. Then we have zero teenage photos as I am still a person who hates her photo taken, and refused endlessly to have any taken, I was the one holding the camera. If any of these photos involve a house then these are from my old house years and years ago; a house I haven't lived in for eight years. These are the only photos I can find as since we've lived in this other house for eight years all the photos are up in the lift and if I go up there it will be ten years too soon.
So please, have a laugh at my very unappealing childhood self.
