My vaginismus piece is running in a couple of days and I’m so nervous to share it. It has been my baby for over a year and it’s changed a lot throughout the editing process, and I am incredibly precious about my writing so that’s been quite hard, but I hope it remains powerful. I’ve been very open about my struggles with sex on here and with close friends, but as soon as this runs and I share it with my wider social circle - which I will - the secret will be out and I can’t take it back. I know that I want and need to do this, and I know I’m being brave, but it’s terrifying.
Exceptionally stressful times - preparing to move house, running final edits on a piece I’m so excited to share with you all once it’s published, personal life troubles - but being an adult who temporarily lives alone means you can run a bubble bath at 11pm and feel better about all of it.
Rachel and Flavia moved out today. I start moving tomorrow, but won’t be sleeping in my new place until next Wednesday. The fridge belongs to Rachel so it’s gone now and I have no way to store food, so it’s just takeout until I leave, plus random drinks and things I happen to find in the kitchen. Tonight it’s just me, Moroccan Soup Bar takeout and James Squire. When I move into my new place, my new housemate won’t move over for a few weeks so I can confirm that this filthy bachelorette existence will probably last a little while.
There is very little a good pash sesh can’t solve.
Sometimes at work we get free wine and snacks and it’s the fuckin sickest thing ever.
Yesterday I went on a date which was great until the boy kissed me and it was the least spark I have ever felt in my life and I ran away from him in horror.
Today I found out my vaginismus piece is finally running on Rookie, probably tomorrow.
Some days you just really miss certain people even though you know they’re no good for you and you’re much better off without them
Just a lil train self to start the weekend 🙏
Here is a photo of me being sad because:
- I was rejected by a boy for the first time in like 7 years today and I forgot how gross that feels
- I am going home tomorrow (yay) to see my best friend of 13 years before she leaves for London next week where she will live FOREVER (nay)
I am counting down the hours until the end of the work day so I can go sink 50 pints with my friend and then eat a pizza with my ex while he helps me pack up my life