Goodbye To Opuss, So sorry to say this, but I have to leave Opuss for a while. Thanks to all who supported me throughout. Only been a short journey but at the end of the day- we all knew this would have to happen ❤ -Ella

The Secret The song within is singing itself loud, If only outside I could do myself proud. I don't think the good I think the bad, What could happen this, and what could happen that. My #life isn't fair, clever or amazing, I sometimes think of all the things recreating. I want my mother, cry for her at night, Never mind, she's gone now, why, why my fright. R.I.P Mother. What a mum you were to me... I would like to say a massive Thankyou for all she'd done for me but I never got the chance. The #poem was based on a true story on my mum who had a brain tumour who unfortunately died last week. Sorry for being abit too emotional ❤

Teenager Adult language below-- So this was the shit it took for all of you to be a teen, I can't struggle, But when I'm in bed with you by my side, I'm so bloody warm... #srp #cheeky

Dear Jane Dear Jane Tuesday 23rd April 1987 I have missed my #life like no other. I ain't got a #life any more. I remember glaring at the sunset over the hill, at about 70pm. That the feeling I get. I am like a sun setting. Dear Jane, Wednesday 24th April 1987 I have gotten used to this feeling of hurt. Not Love, Live and Lush. Hate, Hurt and Hight. I'm not perfect but I guess it's nice to have at least a #life. Dear Jane, Thursday 24th April 1987 Jane. What have you done! Today has been awful... [remember that letter my great-grandma wrote which I posted on Opuss? Well, we found another letter in a box in the attic. My Great Aunt, Jane wrote this to herself. When she said 'Dear Jane,' I think she was doing a diary entry.]

To The Future Me Dear Future Me, I didn't maybe mean to ruin your #life. I was young and didn't really know myself. As I am now approaching 9, I found out who I was. But, at that age I didn't really know what the future would hold. I didn't know much on #life really. For the Me who is reading, I am still young, you know. At 9 years I can write, write and all that... Future me, I hope you can turn my small #life the right way up now because now, I really don't think the future me will be good. It's Friday The 13th this week and I hope you can help me. If it is a future some body else reading, your #life probably had mistakes like me. I'm sorry for my mistakes, Future Me... I am not happy with what I have done. (This letter was given to me by my mother. Apparently, my Great-Grandma wrote it when she was nearly 9 and has been passed down the generations. I'm certainly proud of my Great Grannie. She had the guts to write all that out ❤)