Twentysomething living in Glasgow, writing about not being able to run and current music loves. *May contain strong language
How did it get worse? The anger, the pain, the sting. Of my manager. My managers anger, pain and sting. Why do we do it? To pursue a career? Why do we let it get so bad? To look good on our CV? Why do we do it?
I think I’m in love and I don’t know how. How to say it, how to feel it or how to be around it. It’s new, and scary, and new and exciting. I think I’m in love and I don’t know how. How to show it, how fuck it or how to nurture it.