Hey u

I’ve decided I’m gonna strip for you —

Hope that was a satisfactory ‘attention grabbing’ opening I was always advised to start off a piece of writing with.

I will not literally take my clothes off for you, but I will tell you my naked thoughts.

I think (with absolutely no knowledge of whether this is true or not so don’t take my word for this or anything else for that matter) that there’s a gap in the market for a 19 year old drama queen, overthinking, slightly psychotic but good-intentioned, in-amidst-finding-herself-on-her-gap-yah blogger.

I have never been good at structuring essays, this can be backed up by all my teachers at school, *AAAAND the self-deprecation begins*, probably because so many thoughts come in at once that if I tried to put them on a page I would end up with something closer to a Jackson Pollock. Below is an accurate representation of my thoughts.

So I’m going to introduce myself… Hi! Hello! Lovely to meet you, I hope you are mildly entertained by my written verbal diarrhea/self-therapy.

I am currently on my GAP YAH. I’m in Paris, interning at Nina Ricci *ooo lala, oo la la indeed* for 3 months before heading off to Central and South America with my best friend for 4 months of getting ridiculously drunk in some beautiful places. I’m then going to study French and Spanish at university.

I’m super excited I won’t lie.

I’m starting this blog for a few reasons; one being that I have always wanted to, but thought do I REALLY want all my Facebook friends including family members, people I know for a fact who dislike me, people I think are really cool, and people I've gone out with, to read about my life and my weird inner thoughts? I don't want to completely jeopardise my reputation.. But then I realised, with the help of a certain Freud (thanks Sig), that I bet a lot of you have similar thoughts to me but are repressing them because of that bitch we like to victimise, our old friend SOCIETY!

I’ll leave this introduction with the thought that we are not in control of our thoughts, we can only control how we react and rationalize them. If this is true I can’t really be blamed for what I do.. or can I?

I hope you enjoy, or learn not to hate my opinions on… fashion, love or its non-existence, life (shameless ambiguity), the deterioration of countless things, my unique philosophical views, my adventures minus the too tragic and too slutty parts which I’ll save for the real no-bullshit blog (the voicenotes I send to my best friends on whatsapp, because this really is another fake attention seeking thing, minus acai bowls and pictures of girls wearing red lipstick and stripey tops who think they’re French) and the fact that you will slowly but surely.. oh so surely realise that je suis un peu crazy, and I majorly overuse ellipsis… playing it off as artistic license.

I’ll see YOU later  À bientôt lovers x