Month: November 2014


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all about me / mental health

It happens, apparently, to 1 in 5 of us. It’s certainly happened to me, a few times. When I was a teenager and no one understood me, I’d get the train and tube to Camden, where I’d buy green hair dye I was too chicken to use. My friends were all confident: they kissed people and talked about it. I was a shrivelled seed; all awkwardness and ugliness. But still, we were friends. One time […]