Anxiety is different for everyone, but for me it's something that's with me all day, every week, always. It's like the feelings you have during a nightmare but I have them in normal life. I feel unexplainable panic, nervousness and discomfort. I worry about conversations, apprehensive to say anything in case I say something wrong. I worry about my peers' disapproval, afraid of negative feedback, of not fitting in and more.
We've got to understand what the goal of gay advocacy really is. When I was growing up I didn't want to be like everyone else... Gay people aren't criminals asking to be loved in spite of their crimes. They're not addicts wanting to be understood beyond their addiction. And they're certainly not sinners wishing to be spared of evil.
Political parties are right to worry that young people are marginalised. Representation, however, is a two-way street. If we want to rebuild the connection between young people and political institutions, institutions and the policy makers within them must wake up to their burden of responsibility to represent young citizens...
If suggestions that the expression is inherently offensive seem somewhat far-fetched, there is no doubt that lad culture has colonised it. We see banter spilling over into both misogyny - reinforcing a false notion that 'catcalling', humiliation and physical harassment are part of a normal night out...
We are angry, and our voices are carrying far more weight than some choose to recognise. We refuse to be neglected any longer. Our rights and freedoms are not only being infringed upon by an overbearing police presence on campus, but in addition our entire higher educational system has been turned into a financial transaction.
You've got so much to look forward to. You naïve little fresher, keep safe, don't overdo it on nights out, do not buy a hip flask or order mayonnaise on chips after nights out. Have fun, relax, try not to worry too much, apply for that work experience you think you won't get. Make the most of university how you want to spend your time. I'm sending you lots of love. You'll be fine. I know you will.
If I could offer someone on the cusp of their twenties any advice, I would say don't just go with a generic life plan because it 'looks right' or because it's 'what everyone else is doing.' Take time to think about what you want to achieve and how you are going to get there... Sometimes you have to sidestep the safe option and take a risk.
I have been unemployed for the best part of the last three years. Despite a couple of creative successes it wasn't viable to lead an existence on the back of these, so I had to look for a real job. I did try to achieve this, but I wasn't getting any results so I was told that perhaps I wasn't trying hard enough.
Unpaid internships are just a prelude to a lifetime of low pay, normalising the idea that money earned is not enough to live off... the hourglass economy is a visual metaphor that describes the disappearance of middle income jobs, but at its heart there is a fallacy. We are not a country divided by earnings, so much as by assets - and this is especially true for the young.
The thing is, we don't have to be who others want us to be. We don't need others to tell us what to do, because hell no, our lives are not theirs to control. We're critical individuals who know what we want, maybe not now, but we'll find a way.
Record numbers of students are attending university this year and young people choosing to further their education is something that I'm hugely in favour of. What I can't support, however, is a free for all in universities which simply don't have the infrastructure to deal with the rising numbers, but who are happy to benefit financially from them...
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that going to university isn't one of the greatest experiences of all time. It's new, it's life changing, and it's stomach butterfly exciting. It's just that... sometimes it's really not.
Along with the cold, rain and wind - the halfway mark of first term also brings with it the somber student loan drought we've all come to hate. You might as well say goodbye to the high street, as the closest you'll actually get to shopping is your breath fogging up the window, as you press your nose up against the glass, drooling over garments you could have owned if you had enough money.
Costa Rica is one of the greenest destinations in the world. For first time travellers, it's an overwhelming arrest of the senses; unbelievable sights, a breathtaking backdrop, and a once-in-a-lifetime encounter with some of the most incredible creatures on earth.
The message that this kind of campaign sends out to women is unhealthy and damaging. It promotes negative body image, low self-esteem and eating disorders among women. It tells us that only one body type is desirable. It tells us that only one type of woman deserves to be proud of her body in underwear.
I felt like an outsider, an imposter, someone who was tolerated, but not really accepted. Awkward. I always felt so unbelievably awkward, like I was taking up too much space. I was afraid to join in. I didn't do societies - walking into a room full of people without actually being required to be there was beyond me, never mind walking in and actually striking up a conversation.