Hiya, so I thought I’d better do a lil intro post because referring to my desire to top myself in future posts so H E R E  W E  G O.

Appropriately named, lefty snowflake 666, is going to be my wee corner of the internet where I post about my journey to be less fucking insane and get out of my bed, out of my own rotting mind and achieve my dreams.

What are these dreams I hear you say? To not be such a waste man, thanks for asking.

So, I will begin by stating a little bit about me. I want to die, most the time.

I’ve been diagnosed with depression and various anxiety disorders since the age of 6. I’ve also been hiding food from my family since before this time to enjoy during important moments of my life, like crying in bed watching Pokemon or crying in bed watching Jersey Shore. 

I grew up with two bat shit crazy parents, one of whom died in 2015 and I have a conspiracy theory that if you wish someone dead enough, they will actually die – so nice one Mum. 

I managed to scrape through my A-Levels with my Dad rudely passing months before I took my tests and decided to fuck off to the town of Brighton where I further lost my mind and only to add insult to injury I achieved just as much as if I’d maintained the position of lying in bed probably creating obscure growths in my body due to the radiation of my laptop. 

Now I’m not saying I don’t do anything in a flippant, edgy way. I literally do fuck all and have done all my life apart from think apart from have panic attacks and briefly spend 3 years running into night club toilets. 

I’ve allowed social media, chronic illness and not-the-shittiest-but-still-pretty-shit parents for 23 years ruin my life and I’m determined to take back the power. So join me on my journey to being less cynical and sad, as underneath all the doom and gloom I’m pretty hopeful.

That was a lie, but it’ll make for some nice jokes on the way eh.