When I'm awake at 2am and have ran out of Sex and The City episodes to watch, I write.
Lost somewhere in the midst of my final year at university and desperately clinging onto the pretense that I’m not-quite-an-adult-but-no-longer-a-teenager phase, my mind is numb with rootless thoughts and the fact that I’m having to face jacket potato for dinner for the fourth night in a row.
Distractions come in the form of cheap wine and Beyoncé videos. I have so much to say and nobody intoxicated, or willing enough to listen.
So I made a blog.
I sit, drink tea, turn on my fairy lights and all is well in the world. At least for the short time before my electricity gets cut off due to a severe lack of funds, again.
So read my shit.