No place has ever really felt like it was mine, like there was a space in it for me. Like I belonged in it. Perhaps some little corners and havens within places that I carved out for myself did in some sense, but these corners and havens were never intended…

All I could think when my therapist diagnosed me with depression and anxiety was ‘well now I could have told you that for free’. It felt like a waste of both time and money. Is that all I get? Depression and anxiety? Who isn’t depressed and anxious? …

I know dad is talking but I can’t focus on what he’s saying because everything is wrong. The table is wrong, the shelves and the books are wrong, the ornaments and awards on top of the shelf are wrong too. …

Tayo has always had a penchant for self-destruction. It’s remarkable really. As a kid, it was a new injury every week. After a messy break-up with his girlfriend in secondary school, he decided to get into a fight that almost got him expelled. In university, it was his allowance finishing…

I don’t know how to be okay with existing. Everything is too intense. The highs fill me with a ridiculous amount of hope and happiness that I am sure I’ll never feel anything else and the lows hit me so hard and leave me so shattered that I’m left sobbing…

This city will sink its teeth into me and drain me of my very soul The traffic here can make you stumble into realisations, some of which can be life-changing. Like this one, I came upon this realisation after three hours in traffic of which we moved a grand total…

I used to get nosebleeds a lot when I was younger. I used to get a lot of things that weren’t particularly desirable when I was younger; crises, bullied, every illness that every child got and then some that none ever did… These were not the most fun of times. …

There are some people that are special. They just are. They were designed to be exceptional, to impress, to amaze. You know them, maybe you even are them. The ones with so much charisma they could charm a snake or the ones that are so effortlessly intelligent or talented or…

This class bores me to the brink of insanity But there are these birds chirping on the sill just outside the window I sit next to And I guess it could be a metaphor maybe for their freedom and my own desire for freedom and I could try to make my staring at them artistic and poetic * * * But in all honesty I need to stay awake and they just happen to be more interesting than this class * * * (Sometimes things aren’t poetic