WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? If that question hits you on some level, don’t worry, I’ve asked myself that question more times than I can

Isn’t it funny how memories attach themselves to places and things? I’m personally deadly for being the “We have to go to the cinema, these

I think I’ve gone weird. Okay, well no, I haven’t. In fact I think I may have had a girl power epiphany of some sort.

Is it so hard not to tell someone you’re going to jet around the globe with them if you plan on ghosting them tomorrow? Ah,

Sitting here drinking a cup of tea after a very nutritious dinner of chicken nuggets and 5,000 spuds smothered in cheese, something tells me that

Tinder – Is it worth the swipe? After recently almost super liking my ex, I would think not. No doubt it would have been absolutely

Psycho… a term that is very often chucked around the modern dating game. You know the situation, maybe you’ve called him out on his bulls*t

I can still see the Snapchat now, the words “So when are we going on a date then?” fearlessly typed across my face. Oh Fenella,

Every girl has that big hurt. So much so, that as you read that line you could probably picture him instantly. Oh, I feel ya

It was another day at the office, I was typing away and ready to read messages from my man who should have been pining over

The girl squad, we all have them, we all love them. I don’t know about you, but mine have seen me at my absolute worst,

This story takes place when I was in bed all cosy, sudocrem on all my spots, without a care in the world. Sometime late into

“So I’ll talk to you tomorrow then?” By this stage I was swinging out of the passenger side, high heels in my hands, 45 layers

It had been six days. Six days of that cocktail of distance and complete absence. To take that taste out of my mouth, cocktails were

“Oh, I’m texting him!” We’ve all said it, but what does it really mean? How long before texting should reach the next level, and if