I don’t know who I am

Someone asked me what my favourite colour was the other day. My first reaction was to respond with pink. But then I wondered if it was still pink. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that I don't know who I am. My Mum, if she was still with us, would tell [...]

Advertisements

I don’t know what to tell you when you ask where it hurts

Because it's everywhere and nowhere all at once. I guess that sounds a bit ridiculous. But what I'm trying to say is that it isn't a hurt. Or a pain. And I guess in general I'm fine. Completely and utterly fine. I went out a few nights ago and ate pizza and laughed until my [...]

Some things I’d really rather you didn’t know

I have emetophobia and sometimes it makes me terrified of leaving the house. The thought of germs makes me uncomfortable. When I was in primary school, I remember someone throwing up after drinking apple juice in the canteen, so I avoid that at all costs. I am that girl who will send a text and [...]