Isn’t it weird how everything can change around in one day? Not even a day, just an hour. Mine has been doing that so much recently, you’d think I’d be used to it, but I’m still not. A lot of the time, I’m quite easy going, but I’ve been forced to make instant decisions that are huge and really should take time to think about. So far, it’s been working out for the best, but it’s a worrying process.

Mr C always says, “if it doesn’t kill you, it makes you stronger.” And as much as I argue the fact that it doesn’t, I know he’s right.