Your twenties are messy, chaotic even. This has been confirmed by the mouldy coffee cup lid I found under my car’s passenger seat today, the

Dry wine mouth, last night’s hairspray still in place, phone on 6% battery – we sat in silence. Not a tired silence, that ghostly knowing

I’m sitting in a cafe, Penneys bags gathered at my feet, coffee brewing a festive warmth. “Is your food nice? It’s lovely in here isn’t

I had an epiphany. No, the clouds didn’t open for me, there wasn’t a magical shimmer surrounding the moment, I was just sitting on my

I’m in a pub, bank card waving in one hand, clutch bag in the other, waiting for my next vodka and blackcurrant at a buzzing

There is nothing worse than hearing something you really don’t want to hear about one of your ‘What if’ guys. Even worse again when you’re

Waiting for him to contact you – absolutely bloody shit. Waiting for him to contact you when you know he probably, definitely, 100% won’t contact

Peeling icing off the most tasty slice of sponge, I wanted to keep looking at the cake. The detail, the way cakes always look so

We ponder the significant nights, the ones spent with temporary lovers, broken potential. The chaos of what could be lit up by glistening sequin dresses,

How many times can we analyse one fuckboy? How many cups of tea have been downed when a situationship is also going down? There is

Everything collapses around you, within moments, between each message beep and notification. He’s there, and then he’s gone. And you’re expected to just accept that

‘What does he think of me?’ I wondered as I started up Polly, my little blue Micra. There were two great mysteries in my life

Look, I’m going to be honest, something about the thought of nights out is freaking me out. I don’t know if it is the fact

We’re all on an endless hunt for something more, whether it’s a new wardrobe, a spiritual belief, a clear career path, more money, whatever it