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Life of a nineteen year old sufferer of Arthritis.

I just voted for the first time! 

I’m a born free baby which means I was born in the same year as the first South African Democratic elections. 

20 years since the end of Apartheid. 

Now we’ll just have to wait patiently for results!

Two weeks.

Home alone for two weeks.

What an exciting, terrifying, confusing prospect. 

I’ve just invested in something called a Vitamin B Energy patch…

I wonder if it will help with the fatigue.

Visiting my lovely niece today! 

What an exciting prospect.

Stripy socks and scrapbook 

Stripy socks and scrapbook 


I just came back from a lovely albeit exhausting trip to Cape Town. I was visiting my three best friends who live in digs together. 

It really was a lot of fun. I discovered a little hattery where my boyfriend and I tried on exotic hats, a yummy homemade ice cream store, a lovely little shop filled with locally designed pretty things, a secret coffee shop with cheap, delicious coffee and grumpy baristas.

All in all a lovely trip!

But of course the Ritis reared its ugly head at stages. I got a bunch of bizarre bruises all over my legs, which my doctor diagnosed as a very rare condition called Henoch Schonlein Purpura. What fun!

Also came home to an achy right side. Sore right hip, ankle and wrist. Sigh! 

Meet me


Spider bite. [Let’s just hope it was radioactive]

On top of everything.

Now I have to take antibiotics. And it’s sorrreeee!

I also have to write a politics essay for tomorrow. I honestly don’t even know where to start. I’ve written 300 words out of 2000, and yet I’m sitting here on tumblr. 

Procrastinators unite - that’s all I can say!

Why yes, 

I will stay in my pyjamas all day.

“There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.”

—   Oscar Wilde

Cannabis Oil. 

Yes I tried that last night. Shout out to my mom for making it!

My fucking lovely city!

Last Night

I went to a party. 

I coped. I had fun! I didn’t drink, I saw friends, I danced.

Yes my back got sore half way through, as did my toes.

But fuck it. I’m nineteen. I’ll party if I want to.

This is what keeps me going. 

This is what keeps me going.