Every time my birthday rolls around, I wake up, stare at the ceiling, and desperately try to convince myself that I haven’t wasted my life. Every year it’s been getting harder. I’m a 26-year-old woman, 27 in May, and asRead more…
Every time my birthday rolls around, I wake up, stare at the ceiling, and desperately try to convince myself that I haven’t wasted my life. Every year it’s been getting harder. I’m a 26-year-old woman, 27 in May, and asRead more…