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Saturday, 25 August 2018

Being 21



Being 21, which I have been for the past 8 months is a very strange age. Since birth everyone has been aiming for around about the same milestones; walking, talking, getting into their preferred secondary school, GCSE's, A levels, Uni and then suddenly you arrive at 21 and there aren't any more guidelines to live by. My whole life up to this point has been mapped out by little goals and now there aren't any. We are in this weird dimension between being a child and being a proper adult, this weird dimension between the family home and our own lives. 

Sunday, 6 May 2018

Death, an uncomfortable conversation

This isn't going to be the happiest of posts, as the title suggests so if you are finding yourself vulnerable I would suggest clicking away. This is a post that is pretty honest as no one talks about death, at least not the reality. EVER. So I want to talk about it.


With the second series of 13 Reasons Why set to be released on Netflix on the 18th of May, I decided to rewatch the first series. Then something hit me.

Sunday, 22 April 2018

I don't have a concrete plan


Society seems to have this rough outline of a life plan that it likes us to follow. It goes somewhat like this: school - sixthform/college - university/straight into work - graduate job and the start of a career - find "the one" - get married - start a family whilst continuing to work a job that for most people they don't enjoy - eventually retire.

Sunday, 15 April 2018

Nothing is okay


I’ve just walked to a nice cafĂ© where I was going to write a university essay but instead, I have a burning need to write this so here we are. On my walk here I walked past countless amounts of homeless people with their dogs. Sat on street corners, on pieces of cardboard, wrapped in blankets not even bothering to beg for money because they know that their existence is an uncomfortable reality that the majority of people would rather ignore. I walked past people engrossed in their screen instead of looking where they are walking. I opened up my twitter, my newsfeed full of people talking about their ill mental health. My phone pinged, a notification from BBC news, America, France and the UK have started bombing Syria. I go on Instagram and my feed is full of pictures of beautiful people trying to live a perfect life.   



Saturday, 24 February 2018

Who Am I?


Who am I? This was a post that originally was going to be an introduction of who I am as it's been a while since I've formally introduced myself (that's if I ever introduced myself in the first place which I am not sure I did.) However, as I began writing, the weight of this simple yet actually complicated question grew and I realised that I don't know the answer. 

Sunday, 10 December 2017

I am beautiful



I am beautiful. Something I may not say very often because we live in a society where you are seen as vain if you think so positively about yourself. Most days, like the majority of people my age, my self esteem is lower than it should be. But some days, like today, I know that I am beautiful. Not the type of head turning beautiful, not the type of dribble beautiful but someone whose beauty grows as you get to know them.