A little bit about me...

To start, the perfect description of my life would be when you buy yourself a cute little lingerie set for your date, but while you are out, your period decides to come one day earlier and yet again, another good thing becomes ruined. I know, I know, I sound kind of pessimistic on life, but I am not, I swear. I like to view myself as a realist more than anything, with the good comes something shitty and vice versa. The older I get, the more realistic I start to become. This year, I will be turning 25 years old, and in my eyes, that’s 5 years away from 30, so I’m actually turning 30 this year. How is it that with each year you turn older, it feels like it comes with a whole new book of expectations. By 25, I thought I would of at least met the love of my life, been in the career of my dreams and climbing the corporate ladder. Instead, I’m dating a guy I know I won’t end up with, I’m working crazy hours whilst earning peanuts and I can barely make it to the end of the month with food in my fridge. ​

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