Staying positive is a struggle. In an ideal world, we wouldn't be firefighting. This is what I'd want.

At 15 I wrote a letter to my future self. At 24, I respond.

I wrote this 6 years ago about a friend I had. She was a happier kid than I, but grew up the hard way.

My mother worries in black and white. It is or isn't. It's good or bad. On this night, I realised the way this coloured her entire life.

About the morning after, where I think about what I am about to do. I'm scared, but always enough.

A relationship ended and not a moment too soon. A year later, I realised how truly awesome it was to be in charge of your own life.

About the friend that made me realise how powerful friendship was, and that it could be all I needed.