In The Future, I'll Be Braver, She

Work Hard At . . . Something.

It's The Face Itself That I Love, Not That Face At Twenty-eight Or Thirty-four Or Forty-three. It's That Face.

She Made A Firm Resolution, One Of The Resolutions She Was Making Almost Daily These Days. No More Sleepovers, No More Writing Poetry, No More Wasting Time. Time To Tidy Up Your Life. Time To Start Again.

All Young People Worry About Things, It's A Natural And Inevitable Part Of Growing Up, And At The Age Of Sixteen My Greatest Anxiety In Life Was That I'd Never Again Achieve Anything As Good, Or Pure, Or Noble, Or True, As My O-level Results.

Maybe We've Grown Out Of Each Other.