The Weekly: Take Two

Week two! I made it! Polite golf clap to me. This week has been a much steadier week, much less downs and a few more ups. The roller coaster got better. Now, how to talk about the ups without seeming...braggy? Numero uno, I felt (thought I cringe at saying the word) inspired by a performance… Continue reading The Weekly: Take Two

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The Weekly – Take One

Last night, in a fit of a restless mind I decided to write a weekly blog- a reflection of my week, a public diary, with the (few) ups and (frequent) downs that permeate my life. In doing so, I hope to draw attention to the positives (perhaps a start would be to remove the word… Continue reading The Weekly – Take One

The unknowable question

Have you ever been so in your own head that you’re also so out of it? Like your inescapable thoughts have taken you above your being, an outsider watching an insider, experiencing the reminiscence as though through a window. Watching as a stream of infinite different scenarios, very few of them positive, flutter around the… Continue reading The unknowable question

Reflections

It has taken me a while to decide what I want to say as I reflect upon my first year of University; particularly when trying to find the positive aspect within what has been a very difficult year. As I write this, having just emptied my flat in halls, returning home for three whole months… Continue reading Reflections

The Tsunami

It always comes back to this, doesn't it?  Mascara stained sheets with arms reddened and scratched to bits.  What started it off?  My mind is lost.  A tsunami of thoughts crushing the walls of stability that hold my mind at peace.  I've refrained from sharing something so honest for a little while because I found… Continue reading The Tsunami

A good hypocrite but a bad poet

"Beach body ready in 6 weeks!"    Scream the adverts attacking my eyes, with the image of a rippling torso displaying the ideal guy and for the girls? A flat stomach to compliment the abs displayed to the left and lets not forget the ladies' perfect chest. Why is one frame suitable for sand and sun?… Continue reading A good hypocrite but a bad poet