Is there a right way to “handle” our time in life so that we feel we are indeed effectively working our way toward a greater goal without sacrificing physical and mental health and depriving ourselves of intellectual nourishment?
Here’s to hoping Kanye doesn’t add me to his beef list for writing this article.
June 19, 2001, I was born in High Wycombe, England. My dreams of being the sixth member of One Direction were squashed, however, when my family moved me to Grand Blanc, Michigan at just over three months old.
EPs deserve a lot of love too.
Three hundred and sixty-five albums later, I’ve met a few new favorites.
Every like, every comment on my TikTok brings forth instant validation. As I am writing this, I’m also brainstorming new ideas to extend my fifteen minutes of fame: should me and my roommate “break up”, or should we keep on playing the game?
How does anyone, with a busy work schedule and social life, actually eat three square meals a day? Should I pay a doctor or therapist to answer these questions, or should I continue to spiral in the confines of my (now public) thoughts?