A short story I love you said thing to thing two, but thing two just blinked back, what else could they do? When I first started this blog I wanted it to not only help me, but to help others. I had this fanciful notion that by coming out and saying “hi, I’m a mess”… Continue reading Guess who’s back?
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
For a few months I’ve been writing a blog composed of a mixture of self-indulgent ramble and mediocre poetry in an attempt to better understand myself and the mental illness (though I am uncomfortable in labeling it as such) that I’ve been trying to deal with for a few years. Up till now, I’ve been doing… Continue reading No longer anonymous
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
Marshmallow No calories, that’s me, Let your will power go free! Enjoy one or two, What harm could it do? That’s right, take your pick— Oh dear, oh no! Stop- it’s all a trick! Why...didn’t you know? There’s sugar in me, and sugar is bad You’re even fatter now, doesn’t that make you sad?… Continue reading An amateurs poetry, take two
There are two things that have been preoccupying my mind lately but neither of them are particularly easy to write about, as in neither of them really seem to go anywhere or are of enough substance to devote an entire blog post too. I often find my self questioning why I am the way I… Continue reading Welcome to my worries