I hope it fits here.

I have like a gigantic problem. You see, I'm 25 and a half, I should have sorted my things out by now. I'm unemployed, with only the BA degree, living with my mum. Sounds so awful. I guess I'm too afraid to start a normal, adult life because I have this huge inferiority complex that stems from the fact that I live in a village, the last bus from the town leaves at like 6:30 pm, so I never tasted that crazy city life, friends, parties, my day ends at 6:30 pm.

Plus, I was, uh, abused, so locked myself up in my room, denied myself the normal, healthy life because I feel worse and unworthy of it, you know? Sometimes I feel like moving to Israel or the UK, because living abroad is not only interesting, it forces you to stop hiding behind mummy's back. But then I recall how two of my jobs in Norway ended (an American employer fired me via an e-mail at 1 am, although we lived in the same house, then admitted she didn't want to face me).

So, the point is that I have a confidence of a goat, no perspective, no money, nothing and I'm too scared of doing anything with it.

The only bright side of this mess is my appearance. People think I'm ten years younger. Right after my 25th birthday I had to show my id to buy coffee and a bottle of chilli olive oil that was mistaken for wine. Hahah, no, I really cried.