Author: mattclark99

I need to fix my life.

I need to fix my life…

I need to stop overthinking.
I need to stop comparing myself to my friends.
I need to stop taking things so seriously and start living life.
I need to get rid of my negative thoughts
And my constant social paranoia.
I need to continue making appointments with my doctor,
I need to continue taking my antidepressants.
And I need to speak to a counsellor about my problems.
In fact, I need to speak to my friends and family more often.

I need to stop wasting time.
I need to pick up a pen instead of my phone.
I need to pick up a book instead of my PlayStation controller.
I need to cut back on my addictions,
So I can revise for my exams…
…shit. That’s something else I need to do… damn.

I need to change my habits.
I need to breathe.
I need to stop punching walls when I get angry,
Or sad.
I need to remember that it’s okay to cry,
Rather than keep my emotions to myself.

I need to remember that things will should may get better.
I need to push myself out of my comfort zone.
I need to keep my bedroom clean.
I need to keep myself clean.
I need to stay healthy,
By eating, sleeping and drinking enough,
And carry on exercising.

But most of all,
I need to feel loved. Appreciated. Liked. Wanted. You name it.

…I just have no idea where to start.


Penguin. (Poem/Rap)

Penguin, penguin,
What rhymes with “penguin”?
Gotta couple girls on the side,
Plus ma peng ting.
Wanna go on a date with me?
Let’s go to Tenpin.
Almost killed a man with my rhymes.
Fam, I went in!

I ain’t good at pretendin’.
They see me catching my guard like I’m fencing.
Coz I can get any gyal I like
With the rev of my engineeeee!

It’s amazing sometimes what I can come up with when I bored 😂😂

Cold Turkey.

Serious trigger warning.

I want to talk about something that happened to me a few weeks ago – something which I’m only now mentally prepared and willing to talk about… even on here.

(Just a quick post-edit: I thought I was, but seeing as I found this tough to write, I think it’s fair to assume I’m not. :/)

But beforehand, I want to give you a little bit of a backstory. About a week before Christmas, I went to see my GP, for the last time that year. It was only a ‘check-up’; well, I say that like it was nothing, but to be honest, it was everything because I was struggling. I wasn’t wasn’t feeling the festivities or goodwill, that’s for sure.

As a result, my doctor prescribed me a stronger dose of antidepressants to take (100mg Sertraline – double what I was previously on), and the idea was to go back in four weeks for another appointment.

(…you might be able to see where this is going to go already.)

For the most part, these tablets were effective. Aside from a few “off-days” here and there, I felt great. Happier. More… normal than I’d ever felt. The tablets were working – even after the first week… and the second… and third… and forth…

But then, I ran out of tablets to take. And here were some of the problems that were going through my mind at that point.
1) I couldn’t exactly get an emergency appointment at my doctors’ surgery, and waiting times for appointments are at least three weeks.
2) I turned 19 on the 2nd Jan. Now, for any prescription of tablets in the UK, I could get tablets for free until I turned 19, and then I had to pay for them. However, for someone who doesn’t have a job, I didn’t know how I could pay for them. Sure, I could have asked my parents, but I was too nervous. I’m not very good at asking for things.

And 3), the most challenging obstacle, was that I was terrified. The thought of going to my doctors surgery once, to see my GP (who I’d only spoken to once beforehand, as all the other doctors keep leaving my surgery) and admit that I need help once more just terrified me. Even thinking about it now makes my hands shake.

I know it might sound ridiculous to you, but for me to see my doctor and admit that I have a problem requires serious courage and strength.

So, in the end, I took the decision to do exactly what you’re not supposed to do, which is to stop taking my tablets. And straight away, I started to feel weird. I’d get an occasional tingling sensation on my face. I started getting these periods where I felt like I could run 100m in 5 seconds. I felt physically ill every day. I suffered from migraines. I distanced myself even further away from my friends. My social anxiety increased once more.

But something that rang alarm bells was my dreams – or should I say nightmares? Because that’s what they were. I’d have dreams where I was being locked up in a mental health institution or prison cell and being forced onto a bed by numerous people during a mental breakdown. (There were other dreams too, but I don’t know if I’d be able to talk about them. But it was fucking terrifying).

And after two weeks of feeling like this, I couldn’t do it anymore. I spent my entire day in bed, and when my mum checked up on me, I broke down and told her everything that had been going on.

To be honest, it was a good thing, because after my mental meltdown, my parents contacted my doctor for me, and was able to get me a repeat prescription to prevent this from happening again.

And I’m so thankful because I’m now taking my tablets again, and I feel better! xD


I’m sorry this was such a long post, but it’s just one of these things where you have to share with someone, just to get it off your mind. And more importantly, I suppose I wanted to reiterate this important message:

“Please don’t do what I did.”

– Matt

How To Charm A Girl.

Lads – here’s how to charm a girl,
With just a few simple steps.
No need to workout at the gym,
So stop doing those reps.

Girls don’t like it when you show off,
So stop flexin’ in your IG pics.
And whatever you do lads,
Don’t send her snaps of your dick!

Instead, just give her a single rose!
That will certainly wow her.
Then say “I hand-picked it myself.
But there’s something else I’d like to deflower.”

With a little bit of charm,
And a little bit of luck,
At the end of the night,
You’ll go to her place and fu-

Yeah… as you can tell, I’m still single… no idea why though? 🤔😂😂😭

ARC Book Review: While You Sleep by Stephanie Merritt

Book publisher: Harper Collins
Publication Date: March 2018


It begins, they say, with a woman screaming…

On a remote Scottish island, the McBride house stands guard over its secrets. A century ago, a young widow and her son died mysteriously there; just last year a local boy, visiting for a dare, disappeared without a trace.

For Zoe Adams, newly arrived from America, the house offers a refuge from her failing marriage. But her peaceful retreat is disrupted by strange and disturbing events: night-time intrusions; unknown voices; a constant sense of being watched.

The locals want her to believe that these incidents are echoes of the McBrides’ dark past. Zoe is convinced the danger is closer at hand, and all-too-real – but can she uncover the truth before she is silenced?


My Review:

First of all, before I say anything about the book, I have to say a massive shoutout to Harper Fiction for giving me the chance to win an ARC copy of While You Sleep via a Goodreads giveaway. If you’re reading this – thank you so much! ^_^

This book seemed to have a mixture of everything. It’s a mystery-suspense thriller, combined with gothic-horror and elements of paranormal activity, with added romance and references towards mental health. Phew.

At the start, you think you know what’s going to happen. You’re just going to read a horror story, featuring the cliched young woman living in a haunted house on her own, and she’s going to run away, or get brutally killed by someone – or something, like an evil spirit or a dead woman.

Yeah, no. That didn’t happen.

I can’t spoil the plot… but what I can tell you was that While You Sleep was a completely suspenseful read. It’s rather slow-paced, but as you read through chapter-by-chapter, you’re constantly on edge, when you realise something’s about to happen. But you don’t know when.

Or more importantly, what’s going to happen, because there are so many twists and turns in the book – plus unexpected moments where you have to put your hand over your mouth and mutter “Jesus Christ, what did I just read?” – that it’s almost impossible to guess what happens. Especially the ending!

Seriously, if you’re into horror, suspense, thrillers and/or romance, then you will have no problem reading this. This was a great read.

Overall rating: 4/5


The definition of insanity. (MH Rant)

Photo credits: @ShiftGraphiX

“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”

Apparently, this quote originated from the legend that is Albert Einstein; which I highly doubt, seeing as nobody can ever credit him ever saying it. But, if it’s plastered on the Internet enough, it eventually becomes true, right?

(I mean, I could ask him on Twitter – because TIL that @AlbertEinstein is a genuine Twitter account… not sure how someone who died 60 years ago has an active timeline… )

I’m sorry… I’m going off topic again.

But regardless of whoever created this quote – Albert Einstein or Albert from Kettering – I don’t care; I still want to talk about it. Why? Because it sums me up perfectly.

Because all I seem to do is do the exact same thing every day. Isolate myself from my friends and family by staying in my room all day, doing absolutely nothing with my life. Eat, sleep, cry, PlayStation, repeat. I’m just merely existing, at this point. Wasting life away, while I should be having fun – getting paid, getting laid, that kind of thing.

Last week, I had a massive mental breakdown last week, and my mum said to me “Being in this room all of the time – it isn’t a life to live”

I know it’s not. And I really want to change my life.
But I’m stuck. Stuck to doing the exact same thing over and over again. Stuck in the sense of being imprisoned to my bedroom walls.



I’m sorry – I had to get this off my chest.


What is Love? (Poem)

(Baby don’t hurt me.)

This is just a little poem that I wrote in Creative Writing, but I thought I’d share it, because although it’s not great, I kinda liked it.
For context, we were given Adrian Henri’s poem “Love Is” in class… and we just had to use it as a prompt for our own poem “expressing our understanding of love”.

So here’s what I wrote :)


Love is…

Love is… having arguments over pointless things

Like telling her she’s really annoying when she sings.

Love is constantly saying “yes dear”
When she’s constantly talking for about… five years.

Love is sitting for five hours on the same seat

As she takes ages to decide what to eat.

Love is her turning back, giving you that frown
Because you’ve forgotten to put the toilet seat down.
Love is hitting you on the side everytime you snore
Or when you’ve left your dirty washing again on the floor.

But then again…
Love is all about embracing each other’s flaws.

And when you lie together on the sand
Holding each other hand-in-hand
Celebrating five years in each other’s life…

Love is the moment you want her to be your wife.