Every time someone posts a bad poem and says it's magical, a piece of me dies.
I mean, can you really forget something if you are reminded of it every year?
When my cat was hit by a car and killed, my mum wondered whether I should have put fewer pictures of her on social media.
We all know what that "inshallah" REALLY means.
I was applying to 50 or more jobs a day. I had no money. I was living with my parents.
By the time I was on the phone with the third customer representative, I was in tears.
What if making friends is really as simple as a swipe or push of a button?
It would be cruel to yell at a child for not being perfect, so why is it okay to beat myself up just because I’m a so-called adult?
I’m stressed, you’re stressed, and those five unused photo-editing apps might be contributing to that.
You don't want predators messaging their potential targets. Is an outright ban taking things a step too far, though?
Yup, that’s right, I’m the girl who needs iPhones and MacBooks to prevent mental breakdowns.