I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men.

I Will Not Drink More Than Fourteen Alcohol Units A Week.

I Think The Pressure To Be Perfect Generally In Life Has Amped Up Massively In The Last Twenty Years: Especially For Young People With The Advent Of Social Media.

I Hate Christmas. Everything Is Designed For Families, Romance, Warmth, Emotion And Presents, And If You Have No Boyfriend, No Money, Your Mother Is Going Out With A Missing Portuguese Criminal And Your Friends Don't Want To Be Your Friend Anymore, It Makes You Want To Emigrate To A Vicious Muslim Regime, Where At Least All The Women Are Treated Like Social Outcasts. Anyway, I Don't Care. I Am Going To Quietly Read A Book All Weekend And Listen To Classical Music.

..we Were Always Taught, Instead Of Waiting To Be Swept Off Our Feet, To 'expect Little, Forgive Much'.

I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men. Not Social Skills. Not Work. Nothing.