World's Worst Human Award

Congratulations.

You’ve won the hearts of the ones you’ll throw away

Keep them running back to you so you won’t have to stay.

Plan it all, every second, the time when you will choose

When you decide who you’ll keep and, oh, who you shall lose.

How fun, little girl- you don’t play with toys now-

You play with the hearts that worship the way you sound.

Oh look, oh look, you know you’re in the wrong,

Holding one up by a leash so you can sing another’s song.

What a hypocrite, a fake, so you can say ‘oh well’

This girl’s getting desperate, can you tell?

Because when you’re with one, they’re all you can see.

Gorgeous dark hair and “you’ve softened me”

But when you see the other, they are simply cast aside.

You're falling for one because you can’t stop the lies.

Deep down you know the truth- you won’t miss out again

On the promise of validation, a relationship that’s accepted,

“Come meet my parents” and a changed Facebook status

Oh, little girl, you’re in such a twist.

Not to mention that this is all of this for that one gentle kiss.

The deadline’s approaching: who will you choose?

The one who you lust for or the one you can’t stand to lose?

Dear my seven year old self

Dear my seven year old self,

I am the age you dream of, the age you fantasize being. I am the age of partying, drinking and boys. Yeah, prepare to be disappointed.

We have lived a life of exams, school halls and slushies by the side of bowling alleys. Of blushing cheeks, truth or dare and too many hours spent dressing up virtual dolls. Now we have inconsistant  plans, uncertain dreams and a self esteem like a rollercoaster. But we're okay with this. 

I want you to know that you are the protagonist in your own story. Not your so-called best friend who treats you like a lost puppy. Not your grades that threaten to ruin your life if you take the eye off the ball for just one second. Not that guy with the bright eyes who calls you pretty every once in a while. You. I want you to believe in and look after yourself, and that means not studying so hard for your GCSEs that you end up falling apart amongst a graveyard of ripped up posters. Love your friends like your own family, but as a quote I once read said: 'don't light yourself on fire just to keep others warm'. I promise you that they will glow whilst you are nothing but ash.

Be kind to your parents: they work harder than you realise. Learn more from your brother- his quirks and passion should be something you idolise, not something you secretly detest him for. Watch more movies that you've never heard of and read more books that aren't just romanticised accounts of dramatic teenage girls.

But most of all I want you to make the most of your tender, innocent youth. Make the most of tamogotchi's and heelies and playing outside in the rain. Make the most of spending days by the beach making sandcastles and holding hands with your grandparents. Make the most of the homework that is a sheet of addition and the golden stickers on the bottom of your English books that make you think that you're clever. Don't ever, ever try to be me because I would give anything to be you again.