I will always doubt myself, I will always remind myself that I wasn’t good enough for my birth mother. I also wasn’t good enough for my first love.
The other night, for really bizarre reasons, I found myself in a car at 3:30 in the morning. I was a passenger, my mum driving us down the motorway. We put Babylon by David Gray on, and off we went. There is something so hypnotic about driving in the dead of night, few cars on […]
Whichever way you look at it. Whether you think I was costing the company money, or whether I was putting my colleagues through overtime or whether you think I should have just sucked it up and got on with it, the way I was treated was categorically wrong.