It’s easy to take life advice from a 90-year-old. They’ve seen things you haven’t; they’ve experienced events you’ve only read about in history books, and they’re at that point in their life where they’re done beating around the bush — they’re going to be honest.
Brutally honest. But life advice from an 18-year-old? Now, that is nonsense. What does a teenager know about life, when they’ve barely begun their own?
Well, that 18-year-old was me four years ago. I started telling my story in 2016, when I created a blog called Your Friend Jane about my life, or rather my inability to see the point of life.
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