This is to all you Instagram f*ck boys…

This is to all you Instagram f*ck boys…

Yeah, you read that correctly. This is going to be a bit of a call out to all the ‘lads’ on instagram who I think honestly believe that they will get a girl by commenting on their pictures and DM-ing them. My god, the stuff I’ve received in the last week could be written into a book of the worst pick up tries…

The funniest thing I find is that I clearly have a boyfriend, I mean the pictures are there…and then they get surprised or butthurt when I’m like ‘no thanks pal, boyfriend’.

I think the best one I’ve received so far is just an ‘Oi oi’ from a guy. I didn’t even respond. What do you reply to a call out that boy’s use when watching football? Kinda disrespectful to try and start a conversation with it… And can you imagine the conversation with your grandkids?

‘Oh, Grandma…how did you meet Grandad?’

‘Well my dear, he sent me one of my instagram photos in DM with the message of ‘🔥🔥’  and from that moment I knew he was my true love…’

It does honestly make me question what these boys think they’re going to gain from it. Here is the message in question…loool_LI

What a charmer. Here’s another wonderful bit of poetry..lol_LI.jpg

I really apologise if the boys who sent me these messages see this, and feel hurt that I’ve called them out. But maybe then they might realise that their messages are ridiculous and just come across as a wolf whistle on a street.

I even received 5 messages from a guy yesterday in Spanish. I replied I was English (I mean my whole bio and page is in English…) and he continued to type to me in Spanish? I don’t know what he was saying but to be honest I’m going to be stereotypical and imagine it was something as bad as these other guys up here…

Guys, a message for you from a girl- JUST SAY HELLO. 

Oh, and to the guy who wanted to pay me for ‘buttcrush’ (sitting on bugs like snails whilst clothed), you are insane and need to re-decide what your fetishes are.

Lots of love x

Monday Madness

Monday Madness

So the title of this blog was going to be Monday blues…but seeing as I just received a phone call confirming I’m going into a new job, there is no blue skies over me!

Everyone dreads the start of the week which can be understandable as it’s usually the start of peoples working week or school life. However working in retail, my start of the week is Saturday and the end is Tuesday. So at this moment, Monday’s mean absolutely nothing for me.

However, this new job is going to give me weekends off for the first time in 5 years! (Ignoring the fact it’s an apprenticeship so I may have to still work Sundays but we’ll ignore that)

I’m going to be doing an apprenticeship in baby room of ages 0-2 at a local nursery and honestly I am so ecstatic. I love children. All I had today was an hour trial and I just fell in love and the time passed so quickly just playing and reading with the children. It’s honestly my dream job.

So that’s how my Monday’s gone. This was going to be a blog moaning about Monday’s and how crap the weather is etc but I’m in such a good mood now that I can’t get the courage to moan!

How are your Monday’s going so far?



I feel like this word, as well as ‘mental health’, instills a deep fear into people as soon as they read it. I hope that one day this will change but deep inside me I don’t believe that it will. I’m still too scared to tell certain people around me that I suffer from anxiety. Some people I don’t tell because they won’t care, everyone seems to be on anti depressants lately. What makes me so special? Others I don’t tell because I’m scared they’ll care too much.

The main part of my anxiety is worrying. Yet funnily enough, I don’t tell people so that they don’t worry about me. Funny, huh? 

I’ve struggled with anxiety for as long as I remember, although it was only early this year that it got too much for me and I was encouraged to seek help. Since I was young I have memories of my anxiety. Silly little worries always plaguing the back of my mind that shouldn’t be there. My dad is exactly the same in this way. He’ll overtake a car at 8am, and come 6pm he’ll still be panicking about whether it was the right thing to do and if it was safe. It’s safe to say I am almost his twin. I’m that person who can talk to someone and utter a phrase wrong, and days later that scenario is still spinning round in my mind, haunting me and taunting at me. Telling me how I should have acted and what I could have done differently. This has been constant.

I never saw it as a problem. You know, everyone worries don’t they? It was just this year where it hit me that maybe it was a bit more than normal worries. I was trying to do a degree in education studies to become a teacher, but the workload was stressing me out so I had to drop out. In the phases of this I was volunteering at my local infant school, but I only managed a few weeks before I had to stop. And I did this in a cowardly way too. My brain kept telling me that I wasn’t doing well enough, that nobody liked me at the school etc. I also had stupid worries about whether I would be late or whether there would be a car parking space by the time I got there. These seem like such pathetic little worries which you probably read and go, ‘okay no parking, go somewhere else’ because that is the easiest solution. But my brain doesn’t let me see it that way. It got too much and I was freaking out on the Friday when I was due at the school on the Monday, so I had to drop out of this too.

It’s around this time my boyfriend encouraged me to go see a doctor. This was probably the best decision I’ve made in my life. I walked into that doctor’s room and I just burst into tears as soon as he asked how I was. The poor doctor didn’t even know the reason I had made an appointment, and the poor guy had to deal with me crying as soon as I walked in!

Now I’m not saying anti depressant’s and seeing someone is the miracle cure. Because it isn’t. I still struggle. I still have days that my brain refuses to let me leave my house. But for the majority of my days, my worries are clouded. They are in the back of my brain being muffled. The volume is on mute. But I can achieve goals now.

For example, today I went for an interview! Again, you’re probably thinking ‘that’s nothing’, which I understand. But my god with the brain that I have it took some work. For some reason my brain couldn’t comprehend that when I applied for jobs, that I’d have to go to interviews?! Who knew?

Now I still panicked. I still freaked out the initial phone call to arrange it. I still considered cancelling the whole time I was getting ready. I still worried about whether I would find my way there or whether there was parking whilst I was driving there.

But I did it.

And to me, that’s an achievement. And I’m proud of myself today. Today, for one little day, I beat my anxiety.

This blog post had no actual point. I started with an aim to discuss mental health and ended on a ramble about myself, oh well. But as a sign off point, you’re not alone. There are doctors, there’s family, there are friends. God, there’s even strangers. The best talks and advice that I have received when I’ve been at my lowest have been strangers who follow me on twitter.

The point? Reach out. Email me if you want, I’m always free believe me.

Thank you,

Charlotte x

My first venture…

My first venture…

So this is my first blog post. Honestly, I feel like I’ll start by boring you all to death but we have to start somewhere, right?

Today is the day I decided that I needed to kick myself in the arse and actually get a move on with playing my life. I have goals, dreams and ambitions. Don’t we all? My main goal in life is to be comfortably happy. I don’t care about money levels or house size or my car, I just want happiness. My life right now, stuck working in a supermarket, living at home, travelling back and forth to my boyfriends…it’s not what I strive for.

I strive for my own home. A home that I can decorate however I please with anything I admire.

I dream to have children. Children I can adore and spoil and cherish, and lead them to happy fulfilled lives where they too can believe and achieve their dreams.

I want to do what I please. I have no dream job. People call me a liar or lazy when I say this, but it’s true. There is not a single job in my mind, even when I sit and really really try and think, I have nothing. You know those people who say that they couldn’t sit at home 24/7 doing nothing? I’m not one of those people.

I could so happily spend the rest of my life at home. And that’s what I want. I want to achieve a life and income with a career that helps me achieve this. It’s doable. I know it is. Anything is when you set your mind to it.

So with a combined task of blogging, instagramming and social media marketing and networking, I’m going to get myself there.

Follow my journey maybe?