I found myself holding my breath for no particular reason. I had it between my two cold hands where it could wriggle and squirm. I calmly looked at it and then let it drop back down into my stomach. I had been catching myself doing that a lot lately. I tried to count my breathing … Continue reading there’s a piano on my foot
I used to dread questions about favourites. This anxiety came down to a spiral of overthinking. Or could it have been the fear of certain foods growing a grudge and trying to kill me for not putting them on a pedestal (open your eyes! choking?!). As a kid, you are forced to pick favourites a … Continue reading Prime Movers
They didn't give ME the job. Everyone, please look at me. Hear my plight. I was turned down for a job. Me. I smell nepotism. I smell favouritism. I smell INJUSTICE. Ok, I may have to clear the air here. I'm as bitter as I'll ever be. Emotions are usually displayed through actions and right … Continue reading F U, SU
Gemma (italics): Exactly a month ago, I found a blog. A blog that I liked so much, I went to the heights of liking nearly every single post, commenting on a few and sliding into the blog owner's DMs on Twitter to fangirl about how much I liked his blog. Somehow, this was well received? … Continue reading deadline
Finding Micky (I set myself the challenge of crushing my eight-year-old self's reputation. Why? Well, self-deprecation has always come easy to me and it's the only way I can bully someone younger then me without getting beaten up. I could have easily settled on a simple jab at the diaries I found but who cares that … Continue reading One Decade
I swear that we were civilised earlier in the day. Scones, tea and photos with the grandparents. It's the red carpet that brought out the worst in everyone. Or it could have been the fact that everyone was drinking at midday. That time slot is usually reserved for alcoholics but we booked it for our … Continue reading A Minor Problem
Hello and nice to meet you. In the spirit of not seeming like a hypocrite, I'm going to remove my dainty, little writing mask today. This mask likes to exaggerate to make things funny (deplorable) and so for this one you're going to have to endure some honesty (as deplorable). Your first peak from lifting … Continue reading Fake: The art of making me feel bad
The Deep End. Definition: when you are out of your comfort zone and completely incompetent. I've found myself swimming in murky waters more than once in my life because I enjoy agreeing to things but hate doing them. Here are some of the moments where I forgot my floaties after taking a plunge: Acting … Continue reading The Singing Trials
Write a personal essay about your response to an ending, or endings, in your life that you consider significant. ( I sat down to write a practice essay for my English exam and this came out. My writing has been absolutely infected by the blog. I really should have just linked the url to my blog … Continue reading The Hiatus
I went on a retreat of my own volition. I know. I'm just very in touch with my spiritual side. Everybody says it, you don't need to point it out. In reality, there was a lot of white lies that got me trapped into doing this. The illusion pretty much melted as soon as I got … Continue reading The Non-religious Religious Retreat
I had no idea that this sequel was going to happen. The ‘Wright’ girl and how I messed up was meant to be a one-off. A bittersweet tale. As per usual, the sequel had to pop up and wrap up a story that had already finished beautifully. Oh well. As a warning, this sequel follows the cliché … Continue reading The ‘Roche’ boy and how I looked like a paedophile
Before you set foot inside this post, I want you to get off your high horse. Please, don't worry. This is for the best. Just know that I'm going to be questioning everything you've ever believed! It's philosophy's fault. It's using me as a vessel and speaking through me. Blame that. Ok, now that we're … Continue reading Delusion, fake sacrifices and charitable bribes
Well, Elon Musk has really done it this time. I'm all for Space X but, apparently, that wasn't enough for him. He had to go and strike fear into the hearts of the public. Musk is trying to disassemble your reality so that you don't have to. He doesn't feel like the daily stresses of … Continue reading Ethereal bodies, demon antics and pointless lives
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