TPM

I've learned that misery has a way of making itself at home in your body. It settles in the joints. Wraps itself around your memories like fog. And before you know it, you can't tell the difference between pain and personality. You're just one misfortune away from crumbling down into extinction. But the woman I'm becoming knows when to walk away from tables where the cost of admission is pieces of her soul.

Listen baby, grab a cuppa and take what you need today, cause I took all the permission slips today. I reckon you do the same! And no I...

It feels like I was just 22 three months ago, but somehow I’m casually turning 27 next year in April. It’s giving very much panic at the...