Each of us may think we know exactly what we need to make us happy, what will be good for us, what will ensure we have our happy ending, but life rarely works out in the way we expect, and our happy ending may have all sorts of unexpected twists and turns, be shaped in all sorts of unexpected ways.
Every time my dreams threaten to become reality, something always happens and I end up alone.
Once the intimacy has gone, however well you may get on, however friendly you may become, it is hard to believe it was ever there.
The biggest mistake any of us can make is to keep secrets. They always come out in the end, and it is the unspoken that causes the most problems.
Isn’t it funny how sometimes you can instantly connect with people? How, despite being almost strangers, you can feel that you have known someone all your life?
I am now, at twenty-seven years old, bright, funny, warm, caring and kind. But of course people don’t see that when they look at Jemima Jones. They simply see fat.