I had always wanted to go down that path at some point, I just hadn’t met anyone to go down it with. which begged another question: why hadn’t I? What was wrong with me? Oh yes, I knew exactly what I was crying about. It was the fear of being a last resort. Of missing out. And not just on one Saturday night of partying with people I didn’t know. On life. The life that everyone else seemed to find so easy to have.

Author: Carrie Adams