I left my bed

Tough skinned, vicious, will eat you up alive if you let it, yet we are all fascinated by it. Before getting off the phone to my father, in tears, a little less than 2 months ago, I was offered the advice (or harsh reality) "to get a thicker skin". London seems to be all about this. Amongst the hustle and bustle of everyone trying to make a living wage and then some, we tread on anyone we possibly can to earn a few more pounds, to get a little more status, to fight for more success. At dinner yesterday, a good friend said to me, he would have no hesitation stamping on the people he liked to be more successful. I was confused that this was coming out of this lovely man's mouth. Is this just the London way? We have no problem hurting peoples feelings, being blunt is second nature and the ever far from candid, apologetic British way seizes to exist in this city. Much like in old people. I'm sad because deep down, I know in London you either sink or swim. For me, persona...

On the tube on the way to work today, I realised how much i almost didn't need my new phone. I mean sure, my old one broke and that's a pretty valid reason, but i branched out and got a contract. Purely because i can't afford a good pay as you go phone. My dad would say something along the lines of "Does it make calls? Does it text? Then its a good phone" and he would be right. But i was thinking to myself, what about all my apps, you know? What about Snapchat? Instagram? City Mapper? Twitter that i don't use? I thought about how i spend more time thinking about how i have to take a picture of my drink to go on instagram, rather than what i'm actually drinking. I don't really use Snapchat, but imagine the amount of moments we don't actually experience because we have to put them on our "story". (Apart from Jakes, Jakes stories can stay) I'ts just fucking absurd. And whilst i do like city mapper, most of the time it sends me in the w...