About

I am Hannah and my middle name is Florence. So technically I am Hannah-Florence, but really I just go by Hannah. It seems like a lot of effort to call people by their full names and pretty quickly it can become a mouthful.  I am freakishly tall and rather giggly, I have dark hair that goes through stages of being un-brushed and unloved or perfectly groomed. Most bloggers put something funny here or a picture but I will save that for my posts.

When I was very young I wanted to be a teacher or a lawyer or a doctor like most children of my age. Now I have no idea. This is the main reason why I am at university, Manchester to be precise, well that and the social life. I spent most of last year not working, not really doing anything, just being unwell so when I found I had got into university it was a great surprise. I had planned to spend this year in bed playing sims, or being a Patrick Wolf groupie. Instead I am spending alot of time in bed thinking about all the journals I should be reading and listening to Patrick Wolf while sticking random pictures to my wall. I am a Londoner at heart and moved to Hertfordshire a few years ago, now I am in Manchester which is better than Hertfordshire and you can’t really compare it to London it’s so different. I pretend to be sporty and go to the gym when I feel like it, however, most of my exercise comes from walking to the supermarket a few times a week to buy sugar free jelly and watermelon.

I like charity shops, Laura Marling, American politics, the bagel shop on Brick Lane, talking exchange rates, spending hours on facebook, Johnny Flynn, and bbc iplayer. I really, really dislike egg, dirty fingernails, Boris Johnson, cold tomato, Chaucer, the BNP, and people who play music on their mobiles on public transport.

I started off with a diagnosis of depression, I was not happy about this but then at that time I was not happy about much at all. When they gave me antidepressants I became manic and psychotic very quickly. After being forced into hospital twice I was told I had bipolar. On good days I deny that I have manic depression and on bad days I deny that I have manic depression. Occasionally I believe that my diagnosis is correct but most of the time I am angry, bitter and twisted.