I am an aspiring writer, living and studying in London. I work part-time as a shop assistant, I am writing my first novel and I have big dreams. There’s a certain kind of romance in what I do: I wear a uniform and go to work, meet different kinds of
It is an immeasurable shame to have been branded with something so public, from which you cannot escape.
I wake to a pounding at my bedroom door and my father’s booming voice: "Tell that mother fucker if he wants to show his face around here
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In October 2004, I went on a family vacation. It was fun but, as with all family trips (at least in my family) it was exhausting, and I was ready to sink into