Now that I’m officially an adult, no one will take care of me but myself. Sure, people want the best for me and my mom will continue to ask me if I’m going to bed on time, but no one can make me choose organic produce or work out.
Everything is embarrassing.
Maybe one of the hardest things to ask of people these days, but seriously, the world won’t stop turning if you don’t check your high school friend’s FB or double tap a photo on Instagram.
The convenience of New York City, where I can get anything delivered to me within, like, 45 minutes and never leave my apartment if it came down to it
Pamper