I don't know what to say. I'm hoping that tomorrow I will still be happy and not bitter, or butter, depending on where my finger fall.

The sky feels as if it's falling and I'm loving it, but I also feel like chicken little and there are great big giant bits of sky falling on my head and I have to run around making sure that everyone is okay.

Also, I don't think I've really ever felt like a teenager, least of all now. It feels more like I'm heading off to university in some foreign country. They have a different currency and I'm so excited, but also I don't mind being everyone's chicken little and I don't want that to change.

Would you look at the metaphors?