So I regularly read Thought Catalogue and repin dreamy hipster stuff on Pinterest.
So I'm a 20-something who is quitting her cushy job to LIVE IN FUCKING NEW YORK OF ALL PLACES because I want to see the sun rise from my rusty balcony in the Village.
So I am a product of a third-world upper-middle class suburban family with hardly any childhood angst to draw inspiration from.
So I live and work in literally the most emotionally barren country on earth where nothing blog-worthy happens.
So I'm a Millenial. I have had a comfortable yet boring life and I crave for independence and a break from my utter ennui.
I'm sorry, Fuck No Thought Catalogue. I'm sorry for being me.
