When I was in Montessori school, my teacher sold me the “Disney” line that I could be whatever I wanted to be and I believed her. I went home and did some digging in the back garden with my dad and decided I was going to do that for a living because it was fun. […]
“I’m afraid of being unable to speak and express myself to the best of my abilities. I’m afraid that people don’t truly know me, and will validate my biggest fear. I am an inherently unlikable being. I care too much about others and find myself excused from class in the bathroom crying at […]
Everything feels like a special moment when your time in Trinity is drawing to an end.
This hat is ridiculous. Wandering around Front Square in gowns; well done Trinity, fighting the stereotype since 1592. Right now, embarrassment is the overriding emotion. It’s nerve-wracking, filing up the steps in front of all these people (trying not to trip on this fucking gown and mill myself on the way). Paraded like a show-dog […]
To all the ass-grabbers, the boob-grazers, the ones who undress me with their eyes: I hate you. I hate you for what you have forced me to become.
It feels like sex hangs on a balance between passion and performance that must be maintained – and I’ve never been comfortable with performance.
It’s crazy how lonely one can feel in a city full of people. Even though I haven’t travelled as far as, say, the international students, I still feel a real sense of isolation every morning. Being the first in my family to go to college, I was completely unprepared for everything that was about to […]
“I’m a bit mad, sure. But I’m not actually crazy, am I?” “Anyway, what have I got to be depressed about?” I asked myself both of those questions when I was struggling with depression; even more when I was then diagnosed borderline bipolar. I have all the trappings of privilege so unjustly and automatically afforded […]