Unicorns and Fairy Dust

Today I feel I'm able to talk about my little brain, the way it effects my every day and how it impacted my life. If this is the first time you hear about some things, I'm not sorry. I've always been loud, in your face and a complete drama queen. I never let my fat thighs get in the way to podium dancing and I always had a smile on my face. I used to cackle with my laugh and everyone knew me. I loved my life, I got into uni after protesting I wasn't going to go. Then it started, my head decided to hate me. I was in a flat with awful people, people who made me feel so uncomfortable I refused to enter the kitchen. It got that bad I bought a portable hob so I could make noodles in my room. Everything spiralised out of control and I was unable to cope or to ask for help. Fast forward to May and within 3 weeks I moved back home, broke up with my boyfriend, bought a car and it blew up, costing me thousands. I had nothing, I felt like everything was going wrong. If it

As I've completed my 2nd year at uni (albeit a different uni, but that's another post) I've came to find that I've found out even more about myself than ever; and that people still can't understand us Cumbrians. so here are my 10things I've learnt at uni, enjoy! cheese xl needs to be a national treasure and I feel deeply sorry for anyone who hasn't had the opportunity to have them at least once. there's nothing in this world better than pads on a Thursday, fishbowl of skittles, donk, smoking area crack. amazing.  Cumbrians speak proper strange, like, really strange. why do we say yam? garn? marra? dossen? why do we always say ey? when at uni I feel like I basically have to slow my speech down that much it would be easier to send them a message. every single youtube video, blog post, news article and little booklet you get forced to put into your free goodie bag at uni open days- are all lies. sugar coating? Jesus christ. the people on the cover s