I thought I was loving in a healthy way. It turns out that actually my love is toxic.
This weeks post is a bit more personal compared to my usual gibberish. It took me a long time to decide whether I wanted to have this in my blog but as this is basically my own virtual diary, I decided to share with you what the first 15 years of my life were like. This is my story.
Friendships come in all shapes and sizes. Some last for a few weeks, some last for year but not all last a life time. I believe friendships are like relationships, you can drift a part.
Slouched in my pyjamas, displaying posture any grandmother would be mortified with; hair untied revelling a kinked, messy mane; one hand mindlessly shovelling popcorn into the centre of my face while the other swipes left or right based on a snap judgement