A Letter to my Younger Self

Hello, hi, how’s things? You probably don’t recognise me. Yes, you’re covered in tattoos. I know, needles right? Nearly fainting having your bloods taken, but able to do a five-hour sitting of intense shading and colour, all whilst on your phone and reading. Weird right? I know, I’m not sure where it came from either….

Goodbye

I wrote this at 21.52pm, on Monday the 9th July, 2018, the day before my Dad’s results. Tomorrow (or today, as you read this), Tuesday 10th July, 2018, we recieve the results of my Dad’s Cancer scan. People wish for many things. Some people wish for wealth, some for happiness, some for material objects. Every…

C*****

It all started with the ‘C’ word. And it ended with the ‘F’ word. ‘C*****’ they said. ‘It’s definitely that. No doubt about it.’ It just seems to roll off their tongue. They say it day in, day out. It’s such a normal word to them. But it offended me. Everything around me stopped when…

The ART of: Saving it Until Tomorrow

I am guilty of saving things for tomorrow. I sat here to write this at 1pm on a Monday afternoon, and I saved it as a draft. I thought, I’ll probably post it later. I strongly believed in keeping things until a better time, a more appropriate time, a time I might enjoy it more….