Fuckboys vs Softboys

Fuck boys are lame. Sofboys are worse, and I’m not using that term loosely. The Tab recently posted an article about a ‘SoftBoy’ and I never realised that my ex was the latter.

To be honest, I would rather date a fuck boy because at least they’re up front about what they want.
Softboys are way worse. They’re nice to you, they befriend you, and then accuse you of leading them on if you don’t want to be romantically involved with them. Or, you decide to choose the nice guy for once and they end up being the worst, and dullest, mistake of your life.
So to my ex boyfriend, the soft boy… you assumed that I owed you sex because you saw us as being ‘in a relationship’, despite the fact that we didn’t go on one single date. You spent more time with your friends than me but got mad if I did the same. You slept all the time and smoked too much weed. What happened to the ambitious, proactive and free spirited guy I wanted to spend time with? Why did he disappear after one day? Why did you stop trying?
I do not owe you sex because we are in a relationship. You didn’t do anything productive with me to earn it. You didn’t compromise, you didn’t listen, you didn’t do ANYTHING. So no, I am not obliged to sleep with you just because we are dating. 
I’m tired of dating. I just want my lobster to realise that he’s my lobster, so I can get out of this insane lifestyle, and start the greatest adventure of my life. 


I don’t miss meat

          So I have been a vegetarian for approximately 22 days now, but it isn’t the first time I have given up meat. For 4 years in total I didn’t eat meat, ending that phase of my life in 2013. 

          Experts say it takes 31 days to break a habit, but so far I’ve not had any meat cravings at all. As humans we rely too much on meat as a food source, some people even eat meat with every meal.

          For health reasons, everyone should have at least two days free of meat per week, especially because the more popular meats such as beef and pork are quite fatty. I have lost 6lbs since turning into a vegetarian and I don’t regret my decision at all.

          I am really enjoying this journey, learning new recipes, eating more salads and creating new vegetarian meals. I can see myself lasting with this plan for many years to come.

          It helps with my addiction to sweets too, because now that I can’t eat every type, I find myself not eating them. I find myself trying to replace these sugars with natural ones. 

          If anyone wants to try being a vegetarian, or to swap recipes and tips, please feel free to leave a comment! I’d love to get to know you all 🙂 

Our days are limited 

So I wanted to tell you about a project I am doing, it is a novel called Our Days Are Limited. It is about 17 year old performing arts student Nova from Winchester, and her struggle with depression and self loathing, written as a day by day journal from her point of view.

I’m really enjoying writing about her sometime depressing and agonising journey as she struggles to figure out who she is, after she has been dealt a rough hand in life.

I’m glad to be writing again, even if I don’t go anywhere with her story. 

If you want me to post excerpts from the novel, I am more than happy to do so 🙂 

Product Review: Epoch Glacial Marine Mud 

 I seem to suffer with bad scarring on my skin, but otherwise I have great skin. I rarely get spots, I don’t have dry or oily patches (mostly because I have combination skin) and if I remember to moisturise twice a day, my skin is always soft. However, when I get a cold, I always get a cold sore, which often leaves a scar. 

A local business, run by Catherine Haggerty-Ricketts (find her on Facebook!!) distributes her own herbal and natural products to combat tired skin and prevent break outs. 

I am honest in my opinion that this mud mask worked wonders, not just on my face but on my stretch marks and anxiety/self harm scars too. I used the mask every day for a week and saw a massive difference! 

I 100% recommend this specific product, but there are lots of other things on offer too! 

I rate the product a glorious 5* and look forward to any future purchases, peace y’all! 

Original Poem: To The Girl Who Loves You Next

I hope you know that when he says
‘five minutes’ – he means fifteen.
And his favourite colour is blue,
kind of, it’s actually mostly green.
But never tell him when he is wrong,
because he isn’t keen to admit
things like that, he’s stubborn too,
you just have to get on with it.
I hope you listen when he is sad.
It’s not often, he doesn’t like to cry,
because his tears taste like salt to him
and he’ll never tell you why.
He’ll never cook you dinner, but
it’s definitely for the best, as his
specialty is tea and toast, and sometimes
fresh lemonade, but not the kind to fizz.
I hope you enjoy the music he shows you
because they’ll contain his every thought.
He’ll teach you about your own self worth,
even though this cannot be taught.
And i hope you know how lucky
you are, to have him all the time.
Some of us don’t have the luxury
of saying ‘oh yeah, he’s mine’.


Can someone please restore my faith in humanity please? I’m sick of people.

Let me explain. 

I was coming home on the bus from a babysitting job, a little after rush hour, so the bus was a little busy which is fine because I’m used to it.

I’m standing in the baby pushchair space for two stops and then about 10 seats become available. I head over to one of them, only to be SHOVED – repeat SHOVED – out of the way by someone who was racing me. 

Now not only was I SHOVED by a 30 year old man with no visible disabilities or ailments, but there were at least 10 other seats free, and due to being pushed I then smacked my knee into the metal part of the seat.

I wouldn’t have minded if the guy had said excuse me. But why did he have to shove me out of the way? I’m clearly smaller and younger than him, I just found it so rude.

Anyway, to make matters worse, my knee has swollen up and is badly bruised. And the guy who pushed me got off the bus two stops later. 

So he got to sit down for 2 stops, and I get a damaged knee. Fantastic.

Can anyone tell me some good humanity stories so that I don’t completely lose my mind? Thanks 

On The Hook

Did you ever watch that episode of How I Met Your Mother, where Ted Moseby talks about being kept on The Hook or keeping someone on The Hook? 

Well I am here to tell you that he is absolutely right. 

Although it doesn’t go into as much detail as the TV program does (for example, I don’t give foot rubs or feed people chocolate cake and spoon them) but I too, am on The Hook.

Being on The Hook means you keep someone around because you give the illusion that you intend to date them, when in reality, you have no intention of being in a real relationship with said person.

For example, Kyle* is a friend of mine who has a girlfriend, but he keeps Becky* around because he knows that she likes him, and he can get things out of her that he might not be getting from his partner, such as someone to go to live music events with, someone to watch Star Wars with, someone to guilt-free eat booze cheesecake with. Being on The Hook is just a gentler term for being lead on, I’ve learned. 

I have someone on my Hook, whom I have no intention of dating, but I keep them around for a confidence boost and a free drink now and again. It’s tricky, because on my side of it, I’m not doing anything wrong, I’ve held no promise of a relationship, but I still keep them around because they are a person I need to have surrounding me.

I’m not saying it’s right, but everyone has one, and that’s just the way it goes.

If you don’t have someone on The Hook, then you’re probably on The Hook yourself. 

Peace y’all ✌🏽️

Career changes:

I find myself at a crossroads in my life right now.

I gave up my job as a nanny last month to try and find something else, yet so far I’ve had no luck.

Now I find myself really missing the family I worked with and I’m really down trodden by rejections and no replies for job opportunities.

I am finding it harder than I originally thought the be away from the children, but I worried that if I stayed with them I would never have left, and I would have a degree in Creative Writing and not be doing anything with it. But I gave them three years of my life and they were some very special years for me.

The Franke’s saw me through my degree, my 21st birthday, my house hunting issues, my friendship fall outs, break ups, being sad and some other very important happenings in my life.

And vice versa, I heard Flossie’s first word, watched her first steps, looked after her through her first tummy bug and taught her how to use a knife and fork. I’m going to miss taking Esme for hot chocolates and picking Henry up from the bus stop. I already miss Freya talking my ear off about everything. 

I had hoped that I would have found a new job by now, something that would fill the void that’s been left in me, but so far I haven’t, and I’m depressed. 

Does anyone have any advice that might help me find my motivation again? I’m at a loss here. 

New year, new me!!!!!

I personally think this is an awful concept. 2016 was a crummy year for most people but it’s nothing to do with who you are as a person. The year as a whole just sucked.

So if you want to make some changes, then good for you, but I won’t be. 2017 will not introduce a ‘new me’ because honestly I love who I am and so I won’t be changing that.

I will be making New Years resolutions though. Nothing major, just things that will make me happier and healthier in the long run.

My New Years resolutions are:

  • Do a minimum of three hours exercise every week.
  • Stop dating within my friendship group.
  • Perform one good deed every month.
  • Save £5 every time I break into a large note. 

The truth about setting New Years resolutions is that you have got to set an achievable goal, rather than the impossible. Instead of saying ‘I want to lose 5lbs’ you could say ‘I will take the stairs instead of lifts/escalators’. 

That’s the trick, make your resolutions seem easy and then you’ll be more motivated to do them.

Happy new year everybody 🙂 

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