My First Post

This is my first post and i'm not entirely sure how to start, so i guess i'll start with the basics.

My name is Rachel Emma Lee and i'm sixteen. I currently live in Winchester, but have also lived in three other places. Those of you who know me know that i hate my hair, even though the rest of the world loves it. Those of you who know me will also know that i'm not short, i'm FUNSIZED!

There are so many things in life that i love, which sometimes i forget about because i am quite a whiner, but honestly i think maybe once i see it all written down i'll appreciate things a bit more.

I love sunny days and warm evenings in the summer. I love gigantic endless blue skies that don't end and fairy lights and nice furniture. I love dancing and going to the ballet and finding lost things and the word serendipity and imagining stuff with people who get me. I love writing random stuff even when it's just words and finding pens that give you nice handwriting too. I love reading the first few pages of a book and knowing it's going to be a great one and listening to songs that remind you of your favourite people. I love days spent with special people and never forgetting that day. I love smiling at people and strangers smiling at me and when you are sitting in a public place by yourself and you think of something that makes you laugh out loud because you just can't stop yourself and getting random texts from people just telling you that they love you. I love the rainbows you see in glass and diamonds and i love shiny things like glitter and sequins. I love soft sheets and the cold side of the pillow and spending hours lounging around with friends in my room. I love going on holiday and skiing until it hurts all over and looking at old photos. I love reading and thinking about magic, and reading about magic so that sometimes i can go into a world where things are fantastical, and bad things just don't matter. This could literally go on forever and ever, so i'm just going to end with a few things that i super duper love.

I love laughing until it hurts and i'm literally dying on the floor, i love the look on sarah's face when i come through customs, i love huge hugs that mean a lot, i love my parents, i love my little sister even though she pisses me off, i love my big sister because i never see her anymore and i love the people who love me for being me, and i love the people who get me. I love telling people about my life in Italy and them actually finding it interesting. I love my memories of Milan and all the people i met there. And i really just adore my friends, because without them i simply would not be me.