My name is Lucy. I'll let you call me Luce, but never Lulu. I'm nineteen, nearly twenty. Apparently I have years behind me. I live in Wellington, where I study Environmental Studies and English. I love creativity, inspirational people, and optimism. I always dream of travelling the world, migrating like a bird.

Instead of writing my essay I’m looking up movements around the world.

How can they be applied to our country? How can they be applied so we can effectively protest unfair changes to the systems, and create positive change?

So many questions. So many ideas. Let’s get started. 

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Writing the last English essay of the semester before exams. I am so sick of this constant writing and analysing and I JUST WANT TO READ A BOOK THAT’S NOT IN A SYLLABUS OK? 

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You’re probably thinking I’ve forgotten all about you by now, but that’s far from it. I have missed you every waking day and my heart still hurts, but I’m getting better. I continue to smile and still go on without you. I know I have missed you, but I have kept it all inside of me,only for me to know. I still wonder about your doings, how you are, what you’re doing, what we used to talk about, to the laugh in your voice, just everything.I miss it all. However, I feel that part of us ending was for the best because everything happens for a reason. Should destiny put us into a crossing road in the future, that is when I will see you again. Until then, remember this: no matter what, even through the screaming fights, the disagreements, mistakes,and the tears we’ve cried, never, ever did I give up on you, so if you ever need a helping hand, do not hesitate to ask. I may be far away, but I will always be in reach.
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