Things I can no longer do now that I am 23

For some years, now (maybe five or six), I have had real issues with the concept of ‘time’. I: Always worry there’s never enough; Always worry that I’ve wasted too much; Always worry that I might DIE TOMORROW (dark) and never get to do all the things I want to do. I’ll be honest –…

I was alone on my birthday and I loved it

I went to Manchester alone on my birthday. Before we go on, I want to clarify something. This is not a sob story. Nor is this a surprise story, where I record the details of my ‘lonely’ state up until a point where suddenly I stumbled into a surprise party waiting for me, or had…

How to make your brain a zen paradise (kind of)

In some situations, I find it pretty hard to relax. There’s not really a measure for what kind of situation will push the internal freak-out button in me, and there doesn’t seem to be any sort of logical correlation between such situations, either. I’m ridiculously impressionable – sometimes, listening to sad or angry music alone…

Failsafe Pick-Me-Up’s, Feat. A Hatred Of Monday’s

Before you throw your screen across the room in disgust, I am aware that this is yet another list piece. Please bear with me – I’m not becoming a one-trick, lazy pony. It’s just that all of my article ideas of the past week have felt very list-y (one vowel changed and this would be…

The Curious Incident of the Girl in the Fright-Time

“The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time” will forever be one of my absolute favourite books for a medley of reasons,  two outstanding. The first is that the story itself is wonderfully witty, original and clever (all fairly good reasons to enjoy a novel, wouldn’t you agree)? The second – and most importantly…