The World is falling apart and I’m very fragile.
The World is falling apart and I’m very fragile . Well, who would have thought it? It’s only taken a pandemic and the world for it to essentially fall out of its ass, to make me want to start writing again. As you can imagine the impending doom that is hovering over all of us at the moment, and of course not to mention my best mate raging anxiety, have all made for a lovely long stint of the spicy boys meaning I’ve not wanted to do anything for the best part of a month. So for the past month, all I’ve done is live vicariously through my animal crossing, and watch all six seasons of Sex And The City, which I would argue is a very productive way to spend your time in quarantine, I did also turn twenty-two and reach my full potential of Karen the wine mum. But due to current circumstances, I have decided that my birthday did in fact, not happen and therefore I am still only twenty-one. So, all in all, a very good month I would argue? It is a well-known fact that I tend to ha