Well, this is almost it… the near end of my book.
But I won’t be sad. I can get another one.
When I first got this book, it was empty pages. If it got burned, I wouldn’t have cared. But every word I put in here has some significance to me. If it got burned now, I would cry.
I would lose months and months of thoughts and feelings, and that would not be good at all.
My mum just called from England and said that granddad is sort of better, in less pain at least. She said she has bought me a jumper and a red dress, which sounds cool.
I had a think about what I want to be when I grow up, aside from the Air Force. I want to be a photographer. Abstract photography though.