I used to be that person. The person who ever so noticeably avoided the candy aisle around mid-February, and who sometimes ate drive through tacos alone on Fridays. I was the girl who talked herself into going on bad dates because I was afraid of dying alone. I dreaded any functions that required me to […]
I’ve finally reached the age where my singleness has become a source of embarrassment.
FOMO. Otherwise known as, the Fear Of Missing Out. “Are All of My Friends Getting Together Without Me?” is not only a real thing… but it’s also really happening.