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
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
"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
I have a very complicated relationship with summer. I love summer in many ways. However cliche it may sound, I love the sound of lawnmowers and the smell of freshly cut grass, I love the satisfaction of a cold drink on a hot day, I love the feeling of warm sand between your toes, I… Continue reading Summer lovin’? hatin’?
Exit There’s a door in the way between me and my day and it’s large and it’s tall and it’s colored dull grey. There’s no lock on the door, no need for a key so why, or why, won’t the door let me free? There’s stairs to go down And what if you fall?… Continue reading An amateurs poetry
I have nightmares. My nightmares aren't quite what you would find in 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' but on the mornings that I have woken up crying with immediate thoughts of arteries and hot baths- Freddie would seem like a rather pleasant way to spend my morning. My nightmares are not exactly the life-or-death nightmares… Continue reading 1, 2, Freddie’s coming for you…
I have given a name to the speaker of negative thoughts in my head; meet Marvolo (you will immediately earn my respect if you recognize this name from a certain series of magical books and films). Marvolo is me, I do not hear voices, he is simply the imaginary persona behind the negative stream of… Continue reading The Anxiety Awards