Okay this has been bugging me for awhile now...
Im fairly happy with where my life is taking me now that i've sorted it out. I have a great guy, I finally have a home, i've settled into my routine for featuring/showgirl work and im starting to save money and im a happy girl. I also think i've lived more life experiences in my 23 years then most people live in a life time and I love it. I have freedom and all that jazz.
Then I start talking to my friends that I grew up with... they're all married with kids and buying houses and shit like that. These are people my age. Then I start to wonder if im failing at life and it makes me feel like shit.
Yet go back to Toronto and its not uncommon for people to still be in their late 20's and early 30's and still single renting apts.
What the hell is up with this? Why is it so different? I mean I grew up in New Brunswick.. a fairly small province, a lot like Maine... I guess its just different paces of life...


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) so I shouldn't even bother thinking like that. Life is too short. Whatever, i'm happy for them bc they're all happy. 
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