was 1993, when I was 4 years old, my Aunty Annie (mum's sister) was diagnosed with breast cancer (bc). I can remember my mum going into a different room with her to help change her dressings. Then they'd both come out and we would make little boxes out of old birthday cards. She died in … Continue reading To test or not to test.
I feel like New Years Eve is a little overrated. There is always such hype over the night and how you just know that this year will be different. This year will be your year. The year that you get your shit together, save money, lose weight, quit the job you fucking hate, travel more … Continue reading That Time I Broke My Neck.