A city famed for its landmarks, its heritage and its rain. A city of scale, of skyscraping towers, money and fame. A city known for its banks, its theatres but never really its pain. We are London.
Drinking far too much 'Tequila Sunrise' to function so crying the rest of the night away on a beach next to two people shagging on a sun lounger #holidayromance.
Let's do a meal. Yeah. Do a meal.
Night in with bae. BLURGH
If you make the self-checkout more painful then it already is, then you're on the arsehole list.
Writing lists to remind me to write lists & other panicky filled habits. For years, I thought the way I behaved fell into one of two categories. Just things that I’ve always done, so why are you looking at me like I’m insane? Really fucking odd and I’m never going to admit to … Continue reading Little Miss Worry Guts : Chapter 3
Panic Attacks & LA Freeways. See the way I look at my anxiety is quite simple, really. I went on holiday once to LA. My boyfriend at the time was driving us to a Lakers game and we got stuck on a freeway. Now, if you’ve been to LA then you’ll know what … Continue reading Little Miss Worry Guts: Chapter 2