I remember being a happy 6 year old,walking round Dublin with my dad. Things weren't that good between him and mum,and I only became aware of the arguments between them while sitting upstairs in my bedroom and having to hear them. I remember being bullied at school,and then my parents divorcing when I was 11. everything just moved so fast between then and now. I grew up way too fast. I discovered boys,I started hanging around with a crowd who really didn't want me to be there,I got 2 GCSE's at 15,I had my first proper boyfriend at 16,I left school,I went to sixth form,I lost my virginity at 18,I left college three weeks ago,and now i'm leaving to go back to Manchester,where Mum and Dad first met. It feels so bittersweet thinking about what's happened and how I began,and who I am now and going back to Manchester.