Me And My Depression - You And Your Choices
This is me. I am 27. I live at home. I work in retail management. I am depressed, and I have something to say.
This is me. I am 27. I live at home. I work in retail management. I am depressed, and I have something to say.
Our parents might not understand why life is so much harder for us, but we sure as hell do. Maybe it's time we start looking after each other - we can make cakes from rainbows and smiles later too, if you like?
Post grad, but pre life - it kind of sucks, but it's not forever.
I frequent the Men's Health site more than possibly anyone else on the planet, but sometimes their headlines even make me wonder what I'm doing with my life.
Work's bad enough as it is, add in the fact that everyone you work with is at least twice your age and it's pretty much hell on earth.
Let's call them what they really are, shall we? Disclaimer: I love many if not all of these albums.
It seems like even if you do secure an interview the job offers still fail to follow. So, what are you doing wrong?
It's that time of the year again; colleges and universities are putting on their best smiles to show off all of the fresh young artists they have birthed through years of tuition.
What makes an album even better than just being a GD awesome album? When it contains subtle slams left right and centre, that's what. It's not a bad thing, it's entertaining, and some of them are so dead on they're perfect. (I could be extremely wrong on all of these, but, you decide.)
A useful ten step guide to ceasing the freaking.
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