I had growing pains yesterday evening. GROWING PAINS.

I'm not meant to have growing pains. I'm already 5'8 and 3/4" and eighteen years old. Growing pains are not meant to happen to me now. Argh.

So, anyway, as I lay in bed last night, trying to get to sleep. I thought back to the last time I remember having these particular pains in my calves. And it was about five years ago. It was late at night, around half eleven (which is late if you're thirteen) and I couldn't fall asleep and the pain wouldn't subside, no matter what position I put myself in. When my Dad came into my room to see why my light was still on, I told him that these pains were excrutiating, and at that point, my aunt walked through the front door, as she stayed with us three nights a week as she commuted to London for work and it was closer and cheaper from our house then hers.

Anyway, my aunt came into my room, and it was nice. She massaged my legs and we just talked for about an hour. I miss her. She and my Dad have had this massive falling out and now we don't talk to her much. That night was awesome, because she was the aunt who I wasn't that close to (I am much closer to my Mum's sister) and my older sister was much closer to her.

So there I was, eighteen years old, pining for someone to come and massage my legs and make me feel better. And oh boy, did I feel on my own at that point.

My brother was next door with his girlfriend and they are so sweet together. He's completley smitten. Like this morning for example, he went down the local Spar to get her what she wanted for breakfast. I'm so jealous! (But it was good, because she wanted Weetos, which is the BEST CEREAL EVER)

Last night, I just wanted someone there, to cuddle and to be with. Mostly I thought of my present crush. But no, I was lying there alone again.

With very painful calves.