I decided to give myself a hair cut. My hair is thick, and long. Very long. However, at the time I decided to cut it, I was in a foul mood. I was slightly drunk, high on utterly shit crack and hadn’t taken my antidepressants in over a week. So I got the kitchen scissors and started hacking away. What a fucking stupid idea. Don’t cut your hair with a pair of blunt kitchen scissors when you’re filled with bitter rage. I now look like a wonky, butch lesbian who stuck my finger i

The last flat I lived in was down a notorious street nicknamed ‘Beirut’. The nickname was no exaggeration either. It was the most crime ridden, violent street in the city. The doors were so flimsy, every attempt at securing them failed miserably. Subsequently, the communal hallway became filled with junkies, and my flat became a free for all. It’s a stark contrast to where I currently live. My current flat is situated in a ‘gated community’. Iron gates enclose the flats, sepa

I totally fucked myself up the arse by being such a smug tosser in my last post. To be honest, when I re-read it, I realised I deserved it. To cut a long story short, our home got raided, a large quantity of drugs and cash were found. Unbeknownst to us, stashed in my fiance’s bag by a 20 something kid we’d allowed to stay for the night- because we were too soft to envision him sleeping on the streets currently riddled with the coronavirus. We were arrested and subsequently ki