I will wait, I will wait for you.

I just got off of a Skype call with my lovely older brother Thomas (http://www.thomasvinicombe.co.uk/) and we were talking about relationships. Personally, I have never been in a relationship; I have never had a boyfriend, or a love interest, or a cheeky summer romance. It gets me down a lot of the time and I'm sure people can relate to the feeling of bitter loneliness on a Saturday night when you're sitting at home in your comfiest yet ugliest pair of tracksuit bottoms, eating malteasers from the packet, watching reruns of your favourite American sitcom. Thomas was reminding me that he didn't get a girlfriend until he was 21 years old and that looking back, he is so much happier with the way things turned out in his life as he now has his perfect girl who loves him in return. At school, or even on social networking sites, I get the feeling that if I want to initiate any kind of relationship with a boy, I'll have to change the way I act around them. I hate that! My good friend, Katy once told me that every relationship starts with flirting, and for my sake I hope that isn't true because I am horrified by this. I don't want to be fake and flirtatious because that isn't who I am. I think if a boy is worth it then he wouldn't care if I was batting my eyelids or audaciously laughing at their badly executed jokes. If a boy likes me then he likes me. I'll just have to wait as for right now it feels like I'm falling in love alone.

17!

On the 12th of June, I turned seventeen; I had a lovely day and I really did enjoy myslef. Since then however, the dawning fact that I have my exams in three days and that I have to start searching for universities and courses has pretty much scared me rotten. Right now, I'm taking a five minute break from my insufferable revision in order to write this post and I feel like I'm betraying myelf because as we all know; every damn second counts. The stress is seriously getting me down and I litterally just want to curl up in a ball, wrapped in a duck feather duvet, sipping on creamy hot chocolate and cry my worries away. But, the show must go on. Is anyone feeling the same way?

Des fois je suis belle.

Mais pas tout le temps. This is me. Des fois, j'en ai marre de la vie et je veux tout quitter. Tout le monde a, un jour, l'envie de tout quitter. Cette semaine n'est pas ma semaine, mais peut-être cette année sera mon année. Les études me gonflent, ainsi que mes professeurs et même mes 'copains'. Voilà.

My Lady Story

I'm not going to tell my life story in one text post. For one thing, it's not worthy, and frankly it would cast you off into an infinitely deep slumber. I'm Sally, I'm almost seventeen years old and I live in a bucolic village in France. I find my own company sufficient but I do have good friends. I love writing. I'm currently half way through writing my second journal, I want to be able to remember everything from my life when I'm old and struggling to breathe. I write stories and, you might already be aware that I have a fictional blog; redcheeksandfreckles.blogspot.com. I go to boarding school and I study science. I don't know what I will achieve in my life, but I wish to say in thirty years that I've made it. I want to be proud of the things I will do. I'll update soon. Ciao