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Hi I'm Bianca, eighteen years of age and about to take the world by storm x

Being 18 is shit. I had more fun when I was younger. I’m sick of these four walls. I’m sick of being so frustrated with my life and not being able to do anything about it. I’m sick of not going out with people on the weekend. I’m sick of how this shit turned out because every time something goes wrong I’m the one who is the weakest. I’m the one who it is easiest to pin the problems upon. And apparently I’m the easiest one to forget. 

I’ll always remember what my one afternoon where I had come home from school and I didn’t say hello to my Dad when I got in the car because I had just had a fight with a friend and I was so mad at my friend. My Dad then got angry at me and said ‘You shouldn’t waste moments with your family we’re the one’s who stick around forever, your friends will come and go as they please but at the end of the day family is family.’ Seems that parents are always right.