This is less than therapy and more than a journal; both a self-gratifying, necessary venture and a curious, tentative reprisal of writing in this form. I tried it once, a few moons ago, and my heart wasn’t in it. I hope my heart is now in this.
I am currently 22 years old, a secondary school English teacher in London, a musician, a terrible prevaricator and a hopeless romantic: all the bare bones of what makes up most content here.
For what it’s worth, I am female, cis, straight and white, living south of the river. Although this (blog? site? burn book??) documents a lot of daily challenges and stresses, I am appreciative of the privileges afforded to me, and hope to achieve a nicely balanced internet destination between joy and despair, true to London life, for anyone similar or otherwise.
The intention is to keep this whole thing anonymous. Pseudonyms and nicknames are used to protect others, but anecdotes are gruesomely true to life, whilst the rest is supposed to be cathartic/purgative, so there’s no point in fabrication!
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