Hannah, we have a problem.

 There is a gigantic meteorite heading towards me. I can't move. Not one inch of my body will budge from it's current position. My brain hasn't registered the hurling mass that is, at present, hurtling through space and time towards my current location. In short, I'm screwed.  No, I haven't turned into a doomsday predictor… Continue reading Hannah, we have a problem.

I Was Never Going to Be a Performer.

I was never going to be a performer. I cannot recall how many times in the last four years that I have said this sentence aloud. It's been said even more in my own head. This sentence is used to justify, placate, and reconcile for the past (almost) five years of my life. Basically since… Continue reading I Was Never Going to Be a Performer.

Too Tired to Enjoy the Sunrise

The sun is rising spectacularly outside my window. There's orange stains creeping across the sky, pushing the deep blue of the night further to the west. And I can't enjoy it because I'm flipping exhausted. Trust me, it's all I can do not to use a bad word to reiterate how rubbish I'm feeling. Before… Continue reading Too Tired to Enjoy the Sunrise