Come play... Being 22 and Not Pregnant.

I was going to do this as another vlog but then realised that the lighting is crap in my room so henceforth this shit is getting typed up.

After a non-eventful shift at work, I came home to a quiet house as usual, and pondered YouTube, as you do. I was watching a vlog of one of my favourite youtubers and it turns out she is pregnant, which is cool!

But from there onwards on that creepy old suggestions panel on the side came up with many videos usually within the title included '*Age* (12-14) and PREGNANT'. The videos would usually ensue a long ramble about how they got pregnant, how supportive their so-called 'boyfriends' are, and how they're going to be a big happy family and blah blah.

Some of these videos are several years old and later they've vlogged to update viewers on how their lives did not turn to shit and they are all fine and dandy.

It is these videos that depress me considerably.

You do not deserve to be fine! You should not have been able to have a child at 12, finish school, go to uni and have a great job! You should be pulling your hair out on a regular basis, be crying over how shit your life panned out and be working in a call centre like the stereotype that you are!!!

But no, thats me.

I'm Louise, I'm 22 and not pregnant, and what have I achieved with my life over the past 6 years since I got my own place and became a 'grown up'?

A Merit Pass on a BTEC and a liver that's seen better days.

Shit.

Come Play... With Change & Goodbyes.

My friend left the business I work for today, it feels so weird to think that he won't be around anymore after seeing him about every day or so for the past 8 months. Then I realise how long it's been and how much time has passed since I moved here.

From starting a new adventure, going to uni, then failing and being the saddest I had ever been up to that point, as an adult anyway; to entering the world of work at Missguided, working stupid hours for minimum wage and still having to borrow money from my then-boyfriend just in order to make ends meet.

Then taking my two fingers and sticking them right up at the company which abused my hard-working nature and stifled my potential, and moved on to the world of Laterooms.

There I've met a wider range of people, from different backgrounds, different countries and all with their own stories to tell. I've not left the UK in almost 10 years, yet I've learn't much about the world through their stories and I'd love the opportunity to live them through my own eyes.

Now after he's left it's really hit home that life is full of change, but what's more strange for me is that I'm used to leaving other people's lives, not having it be the other way round, we've got it pretty cushy here, so I partially worry for him and hope he'll be alright without the financial support from working here, but more than that I envy him, for being able to leave, and having a future to look forward to elsewhere, our part of his life has now ended and he's moving on, it's a weird feeling knowing that I'll be stuck in the same place come Thursday evening.

Despite this I know that my time too will come, sooner than I'd like, the past 9 months since I started working at Laterooms have absolutely flown by, especially the last 4, where I went from realising that English wasn't for me and dropping out of college, to visiting MOSI with my dear flatmate and falling in love with aircraft again, to reapplying for university, to receiving my place and confirming it and confirming that in a further 5-7 months time, I'll be living in a new city, starting fresh, doing what I love, finally.

It's a bitter-sweet moment though, as I have become fully comfortable within my surroundings, hating it, but being comfortable nevertheless. I like that I earn just enough to get by, and that I can sleep for 12hrs a day. That every spare day is an opportunity for a new adventure which I'm now taking full advantage of, spending a Friday in Leeds with the most beautiful boy I have ever met, then the following Thurs/Fri taking my beauty of a best friend to my home, and still being able to make it to work for Saturday after getting the bus back to Manchester for 9.30am.

My plan was to get out of debt before I went back to University, now it's to create as many experiences as possible before I leave this city forever.

I am terrified, and have grown to dislike change, but it's one thing in this life you'll never be able to avoid, so I'm doing all I can to attempt to embrace it once again.

But despite this, though things may change, I hope that this is not the end.