I hate how I still check the horoscope posts for your sign, when you probably haven’t thought of me in months. I hate how all the memes I would’ve sent to you in less than a second I can’t even bring myself

You’re too young. This is what I’ve get told through every year of my life. I’ve get told that I am too young for everything. ‘You’re too young to be in love.’ ‘You’re too young to feel pain.’ ‘You’re

I sit in coffee shops, table for two but there’s only me. There’s poetic justice in that I suppose. It’s in the way I’d always thought of the people who did that as artsy, cool, confident, brave. Now I’m

Here’s what I’ve learnt. I’ve learnt that pretty boys with prettier smiles and hair that you really want to touch. The pretty boy that smiles at you and puts his hands on your hips and wraps you in his

It was in the way her heart was open but her soul shut tighter than a maximum security prison. It was in the way her smile was undeniably infectious and her laughter unbelievably hollow. The contrast of

How do I begin to describe what it’s like to be around you? How am I meant to even try and capture the brief moments we’ve shared and think I’ll do them any justice? How do I even begin to say what it’s

Tell me where it got you. Tell me where being pretty and mean got you. Tell me about all the ways in which having the perfect body and cruelest demeanor have helped you. Tell me what it’s like to be feared

The life I want is one that doesn’t seem like much to most. I’m surrounded by ‘friends’ who talk about their desire to eat gold steaks and drive the most expensive cars. In comparison to these things,

Kids, it’s a crazy world. I lost my bus card, which had a little money and a monthly bus pass on it. My first reaction is to freak out and be mad at my personal loss. My secondary reaction is one of a

"There's nothing for me here," "I want better opportunities," "I need to be my own person." These statements are all true, they're what I told everyone, how I justified leaving

I’ve discovered a fun new side effect of having your heartbroken, that open wound goes after all your scars, all the things you’ve been working so hard to keep closed. The broken heart talks to them, convinces

There’s a moment, a single moment every day when my alarm goes off and I’m not fully conscious, in that moment I am free from both dreams and reality, and that moment is my favourite part of every day.