At the ripe old age of 21 and after a push from my long suffering friends ( why send a short text when you can send a long ranty one instead ) I’ve decided to stop talking about it and start writing.
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love to read. Huddled under the covers with my Barbie torch in one hand and my ears strained for any sounds of my parents approaching I devoured every book I could get my hands on. Growing up and frequently fighting to keep my eyes open over my cereal taught me a bit of sense…but not much! Give me a really great book and sleep becomes irrelevant.
English was always a subject I found easy but it wasn’t until I started studying plays and poets that I fell totally in love with it. Chemistry was the only other subject I would happily put time and energy into and ended up studying that in college. Now I’m halfway through a chemistry degree,writing and reading whenever I can and totally undecided about which direction I will eventually go ( much to my mums despair )
So here is my blog its is my memoir/diary/rantathon and in general a place for the little voices in my head to take refuge. Thanks for reading