Ballerina at Heart

So this is a fictional story based on my parent's families first arrival in Australia in honour of their 20th annaversary which was celebrated today! Love you Mum and Dad! xx November 13 th , 1969 I wake up in a busy airport without having any idea as to how I got here. I’m sitting next to a stranger’s family in the lounge area outside gates 17 and 18. I guess that I might be at Essendon Airport but I'd never actually been here before; only told about it by my parents. Speaking of whom, I notice they are nowhere in sight nor do I have any luggage with me. What am I doing here? I decide to wander around. I try to look up at the flight information boards but my eyesight fails me and I can’t read any times or dates. I wheel over the gate desk where a man is attending to an elderly couple. When he is done, he turns and peers over the desk, at me. I have to tilt my head up to speak to him. “How can I help you Miss?” “I was just wondering if you could tell me the date?

Lol so this is a topic that I think MOST teenagers can relate to. I am a procrastinator! I can be terrible sometimes. Like I procrastinate so much, I even procrastinate having fun. Last week I told myself I wanted to go take myself shopping or go to the movies with a friend which I haven’t done in a while, I still haven’t done that yet. Other things I’ve put off this week include two blog posts (I told myself I would post three a week), my research for a SAC that’s due this Wednesday and the old favourite, tidying my room. Oh, and don’t worry, I have plenty of excuses for each and every task that I put off or fail to complete. Coming up with those is the easy part. I’m too tired, I’ll just sleep-in instead. I have no inspiration. Just one more YouTube clip won’t hurt. I’ve got plenty of time. My room isn’t that messy. I guess as teenagers, we just prefer to take the easy way out and if a task is too daunting or too time consuming we’d rather just avoid it. Also, if we have somethi

This post is as much for me, as it is for you. Loneliness is a very difficult feeling to navigate because you literally feel like nobody is there to help you. Loneliness is having nobody sit next to you in class. Having the teacher pick your partner because nobody will volunteer or working on your own because they’ve run out of people. Loneliness is sitting on your own at lunch when your friends aren’t at school or sitting in an isolated room because you’re too embarrassed to eat in front of other people. Loneliness is sitting in the library reading at a table on your own while everyone around you doesn’t seem to notice you sitting there at all. Loneliness is watching people laugh and joke around, wishing nothing more than to be a part of that feeling. Like when you were a kid watching from the outside of a Kids play centre. Loneliness is sitting at home scrolling through Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat to see that everybody is out having a good time while you're stuck here.