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There’s a partly dismantled examining table next to me, legs splayed, trying its best to prove it can still stand when all it really wants is someone to shout ‘Food? He makes a line on his paper, then presses the nib on the next question. He straightens his legs, the dogtooth wiggling. I trace the pattern again, quickly this time, as if my eyes were ghosts running to catch Pac Man.

2017 round-up posts, new year new me, dizzy with sparkling snapshots of how to perfectly complete your year. During that year, I had successfully submerged my head so deep into social media that I had made myself feel ousted from my generation, because I thought I was the only one not to be having the best time of their life that night. And, with the start of the new year, I feel myself distancing even further. I still say to myself at the start of every year, hell, at the start of anything I can tangibly relate to a ‘new beginning’, that it’ll be better, get better, work better.

You need a strong mind to deal with social media - not just when fielding other people's comments and criticisms, but with your own internal voice, too. The figures do not dictate your worth, or your success read the messages from the actual people Social media is fickle. When I look over that post , I don't look at the number of likes or the overall total of comments, I who spoke to me. Stay true to yourself, and your content, and let the numbers fall to the wayside - and remember what is important in this life - and it will always run deeper than how many likes a photo gets.

With this guy, your romantic life is one glorious string of unnatural and pre-planned moments ripped straight from the movies and dumped into the opening credits of your relationship, where your dates are a series of Pinterest-perfect moments and candid snaps that he accidentally More often than not, you find yourself somehow stood in front of his DSLR as you are pulled into an embrace worthy of a Chanel campaign, just as the light tumbles into golden hour (and then of course the timer just-so-happens to be set for 10 seconds). This mistake happens shortly after the time your friend says the words “maybe you are just asking for too much You convince yourself that you are prepared to lose the “must have a good grasp of language” attribute and no longer swipe left for the guy who uses the wrong “their” in their Tinder profile (all the while secretly trying to work out how you can slip a casual grammar lesson into conversation). Over the years you’re still not sure if he has added anything to your life other than the development of bags under your eyes and the need for more concealer and coffee in the morning, but the rebellious teenager in you is transfixed on his mysterious existence and makes you slot your phone to loud as you itch for the inevitable midnight message. He awakens childlike excitement inside you, and every conversation seems magical – sure, he occasionally makes you miss your morning alarm and you never know how to respond to your friends when they ask who you are texting all the time when out at night, but there is something about him that is totally addictive.