A new writer! I'll write about all things life-experience, mental health, relationships, books, gaming, maybe even some powerlifting in there too.
Love is so fascinating, isn't it? One person begins to know another, and in a sweet and swirling harmony their conscious, their unconscious, their hormones, their brain, their heart, their body, their soul just falls entirely for them.
Back when times were easier, calmer, and less scary, after my A-Levels and my boyfriend's first year of University, we planned to go on holiday as a reward and break for all our hard work.
I am a perfectionist. There is no doubt about that. Though mysteriously, not about every aspect of my life. I don't really mind if my room is a mess, and it doesn't bother me that sometimes the home for my clothes is the floor and not neatly folded in a drawer.
It's a well known fact that the world is in a bit of a mess right now. We started the year afresh with a herd of loonies breaking into the US' capitol building, rumours of Kanye having an affair with Jeffree Star, TikTokkers deciding to go to the Bahamas during a world wide pandemic...
It may sound cliché. It may seem like teenage romanticism. But there is no truer truth than this; My boyfriend is my cosy place.
The moody woman at the counter told me these boots were waterproof. There couldn't have been a worse day for me to find that this wasnt true.
You know when you were a kid and whenever you went up to the counter to get a drink or an ice-cream, you always secretly eyed them and gave your sibling the one that was less full, or looked less yummy?
Since I lost my parents, I have had what I can only express as anxiety. I didn't lose them to death, like many have sadly suffered, I lost them to life, which, honestly, hurts me even more.