Let me guess, for the last, hmmm let’s say twenty years you have been without a doubt supported by your parents. I don’t mean in a spoiled way. I mean in a you don’t have to worry about your cell phone bill, the new car for your birthday is on them, and they don’t even dare to speak about the finances in front of you way.
‘When I was your age, I wasn’t worrying about turning 30.’
Donate clothes you haven’t worn in a year. Because you’re not going to be wearing it in the year to come. You know that. I know that. The Ralph Lauren polo knows that.
This is probably one the most honest things I’ve written with the notion to expose it to everyone I know. I hope everything comes out coherent and I’m assuming a lot of people can relate to the fear of actually saying you have depression out loud.
What is wrong with our society?
A fresh start on social media does sound like a good idea.
At first you may think it’ll be like a fairytale. Your hero coming home to you while you’re holding a sign and wearing a white dress and everything is perfect. Well I hate to burst that bubble for you but that’s just not reality.