House dressed as a house painting a house on a house
So recently I turned 29, the end of the emotional roller coaster that was my 20’s. After a weekend of forgetting I was not still 21 and doing some regrettable things I spent the last couple days in bed feeling old and above all, a waste.
Friends and colleagues lead big lives, some on international stages, creating fantastic romances and young families and others well on their obvious and rewarding career paths.
Meanwhile here I am poor (not on a global scale, I have a roof, I eat and enjoy clean clothing but still lets go with ‘white first world male poor’)
When your parents call you by your full name