I’m not wearing eyeliner


I’m just really tired.

Last week I told my therapist that I do my best to appreciate what I have, and day-to-day note the happy little things¬†that keep me ticking over. Like finding a ¬£10 note, or chocolate milkshake, or skittles, or spooning. I’ve struggled for years to get to this point and she looked me dead in the eye and said: “but everything is not okay, is it?”

You fucking what?



I’m not wearing eyeliner