Look at me now- One year on.
I often spend most of my nights looking at old photos because I have no friends and there is a limit of how much Netflix you can watch without going crazy. Timehop reminds me every day how much I've grown, not much in size but as a person. Last year I was sitting alone on a bench at dinner time thinking "What the feck are you doing here Anna?" T his year I'm sitting with a bunch of freaks who I love dearly, eating Nandos and actually have something in common with them. These people, these people are my friends, not my acquaintances. Last year I hated my body, I'd put on all my weight and I wasn't in a very nice place. T his year I love myself, for once I actually love myself and it's great. Go Anna, go! Last year I was holding on to my old friends by the skin on my teeth, literally doing anything to keep them. I failed, obviously, because now we don't really speak. That's okay, because I have new friends and a new life and so do they. T ...