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A brief description of one person's version of depression

Hello, friendlings and/or people I’m only still friends with on Facebook because you post bang tidy strong memes. I’m going to chuck you right into this blog post: I've just forced myself to go on antidepressants. Whoa!  I ain’t gonna bore you with the origin story of my mental woes, mostly because I’m saving it all until whoever directed the latest Guardians of the Galaxy decides he fancies bringing my brain to the big screen. Nah, I’m gonna chuck you straight into the – deep end? I mean, I want to say ‘deep end’, but in reality my depression is essentially just me floating around in a Frozen -themed paddling pool and occasionally nearly drowning in a centimetre of water like an inept toddler.  I suppose that’s the tricky thing about depression, really. For most of those reading this, you’re gonna be like, “Wait, what? How on earth can she have depression when I can clearly remember her smiling approximately seven months ago?”   That’s just it, really. My depress...
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"Bloody hot, isn't it?"

Despite being the most overused topic of all when it comes to the inane world of small talk, discussing the weather is probably the best social shortcut of all time. If the weather is slightly different from usual or has been the same for too long, you can bet your left buttock that everyone will be talking about it. Take our current heatwave, for example. #Sunny is trending on Twitter. Your Facebook news feed has been graffitied by an onslaught of tiny little sun emojis on every status in sight. Every conversation you have had since the start of this warm period has started exactly like this: "Weather, eh?" And you know what? I love it. Not the heatwave, that is, but the inane conversations. As the Welsh equivalent of a vampire, I absolutely can't stand the sun, but I do appreciate the fact that I can put even less brainpower into socialising now that every conversation is dominated by the topic of weather. On a dull, cloudy day, no one wants to talk about the weathe...

10 incredibly vague ways to [possibly] improve your life, maybe

Have you noticed the sudden change on our Facebook newsfeeds? Since the start of the new year, stale memes have been unceremoniously ejected from the website in favour of what I like to call 'ten-thing articles'. You've seen them; articles from Upworthy or Buzzfeed that tell us about the 'things every university student does' or 'ten ways to get really fit' or even 'eighteen super cute baby animals that will DEFINITELY cheer you up'. And that's cool! I like articles, I like lists, and I like pictures; combined, they make something that is guaranteed to amuse me for at least twenty seconds. Sometimes, however, certain articles - specifically the self-help or mood-booster ones - seem incredibly vague and largely uninspiring. Maybe you read one and think, "Yes! Drinking more water will make me feel better!" Then, four seconds after reading the article, the motivation vanishes and you find yourself downing yet another cup of triple-streng...

Five-star [fake] chef

I've never been the most consistent of people. Two weeks ago, for example, I announced that I would never, ever own a onesie. I now own a onesie. In my defence, it was a Christmas gift, but you, er, get the drift. The only thing that's consistent about me is the fact that I always sneeze twice. This blog is a fantastic example of my inconsistency. "I'll update this at least once a week," I said, my innocent eyes wide in wonder and hope as I created a Blogger account. Well, past self, let me tell you something: don't ever trust anything that comes out of the mouth of a student. Here's another example of my inconsistency. Remember the wok? The cooking utensil that I very nearly catapulted through the window because it confused me so much? I bloody want it, now. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but, in the space of a year, I've somehow gone from 'MAM I THINK I JUST SET THE BACON ON FIRE' to 'right guys don't panic yes I know the...

The calm before the storm (and by calm I mean procrastination)

Judging by the title of my blog and the fact that the background is a picture of a book, I can safely assume that you've already figured out what sort of life this blog'll be documenting. You're probably wondering why, exactly, you're even reading this blog. I'm wondering that as well, actually. Well, seeing as you're here, I might as well attempt to introduce myself. My name is Mared, I am eighteen years old, I come from North Wales and I can make a rather fantastic impression of Woody Woodpecker for five full seconds before succumbing to a wheezing fit. Not impressed? Well, that's a bit unfortunate, because I've already run out of things to say about me. Here, have a picture of what I currently look like!   Yeah, my webcam isn't very good. That beam of light makes me look as if I have a certain sparkling vampire hiding in my hair. I could probably take a picture of myself with a boiled potato and still get a better-quality image than this ...