I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me...

Right now I am listening to 'Shadows' by Warpaint - it's so beautiful it's sort of sick actually.

I don't think 'romantic love' actually exists. Our need to posess someone, completely, confuses us. It's a compulsion, not an actuality - the lines are diluted by sex.

I want to do a PHD and specialise in Gender/Queer Theory. I want to write a new sort of Literary Theory - I want to change the fucking world.

I am prone to short, sporadic, intense bouts of depression which disappear as soon as they come and are triggered by nothing.

I'm involved with an eighteen year old boy at the moment. Up until November, I was pretty certain that I would never have a female/male relationship again, but he changed my mind. He makes me laugh, and forget that anything is serious. And I think soon we'll either be officially together, or just decide to stay friends. It's a grey area right now and I can't do things like that - I'm an 'allornothing' type.

I don't get jealous.

When I am out at a club with a group of people, I wander off. I'm not being rude, I just like to walk around on my own for a while. Most of the time I don't even realise I'm doing it.

I'm never going to get married, which means that my Father will never walk anyone down the aisle.

My Father is my world - he is the most intelligent, interesting, passionate man in my life and without him, I would be a completely different person.

I have known my Best Friend for seventeen years, and I'm twenty one.

I get a real sense of mild euphoria when I've got a pile of clean washing in my hands.

I am obsessed with Angela Carter - her writing is like a feeling exploding.

I am bored of this.