• I'd read this if I was you

    I don’t think we can be Facebook friends anymore…

    Confiding in me over a hot chocolate in a small tucked away café a few days ago, my friend Agnes had barely touched her earl grey tea with a dash of cream and honey when she pouted and declared ‘I hate myself Lou, I just hate myself.’ I didn’t say anything, I knew there was more to come, there always was. ‘I just don’t understand why you can’t just be born the way you want to end up?’ ‘You are asking an awful lot from the universe’ I surmised as I eyed off a marshmallow that wasn’t mine, but had been left on a nearby table. ‘No Lou, I don’t…