“Will you still love me if I don’t finish my PhD?” It was such a bizarre and preposterous question that I surely pulled a face. Firstly, why would I, or my love, give a flying fuck about his PhD? In fact, I probably deserved bonus points for loving him despite the fact that he decided… Read More »PhD
A few months ago I did a thing I had vowed never to do. I sent a letter to someone I had promised myself I wouldn’t contact again. I had known for a long time that I was depriving myself of resolution by not attempting contact, but I had been prioritising avoiding the discomfort I… Read More »The Undelivered Letter
Sometimes, I look in the mirror and think FUCKING HELL, I’M FUCKING GORGEOUS! The world should be expressing endless gratitude for the privilege of gazing upon my fucking splendour, so magnificent is my visage! Then, other times, I let out an involuntary vocalisation as I am physically accosted by my own tired, grey appearance. I… Read More »Stone cold fox
I think I’ve made a decision. It’s a decision I’ve made a bunch of times before, and then gone back on. But I think – finally – life has lovingly, firmly, backed me into a corner. There really is just no weaseling out of it now. If I don’t make this decision now, I’m categorically… Read More »Paid dues