The Ruby Knight Chronicles

One thing I cannot stand is when people take their shit out on other people that don't deserve it. Sure we all have bad days, but that doesn't excuse poor behaviour. I used to be a right selfish cunt like that though. When I was younger. But somehow age and maturity linked up and taught me how to handle my jandal with a little more finesse. If I'm feeling miserable, I sleep. If I'm grumpy, I slee p. If I'm sick, I sleep. So I sleep a lot  😂  but at least I'm not making innocent bystanders wear my shit anymore. I used to be friends with a grown ass woman, who would throw tantrums like a ladybaby making everyone around her feel awkward and attacked. She would often use excuses to justify her outbursts but excuses never outshine the bullshit so eventually everyone ended up drifting away from her. And last I heard she was living in a tiny little unit with no company other than a cat and Netflix. That can't be a very happy or fulfilling life. I actually ...

5th May 2016 Sometimes it feels like you're going backwards regardless of how hard you try to go forward. These are moments where you either sit back crying "why me?" or you dust yourself off and push on even harder.  Today I woke up at 3am with a full on flu. Kept myself in isolation so no one else in the house would get it and at 2pm I was sick of the four walls of my room so got my running gears on and too k it all out on the pavement. On my run I discovered a few things. I'm really reeeeeeally unfit. My sports bra is amazingly supportive. I love pushing myself physically. And now the flu seems to be on the way out. So what started as a meh day ended as a fuck yeah day. Small victories. Until next time, Ruby xx Come see Ruby on Facebook: www.facebook.com/trkchronicles

I read this little post on one of my friend's Facebook walls today that said something along the lines of "10 years ago we'd be upset if someone read our diaries, nowadays we put our diaries online and we're upset if no one reads them". And I just thought to myself "that's so fucking right". I find myself scanning my newsfeed every morning ignoring the reposts and bullshitty inspo pics, and only really stopping to read the real stuff, the juicy stuff, the goss, the whinging, the raunchy, the confessions, the heartaches... just all of it. It's become a part of my normal everyday routine and I know I'm not alone in this. And if you think about it, it's actually a little bit perverted. It's like new-age, socially-acceptable, nonsexual (well i can't speak for you guys...) voyeurism. When did it become ok to know everything about everyone? When did we stop enjoying mystery? And how the fuck did we ever start being so interested in e...