Mel thought about it. Like every person with access to the Internet, she was pretty much used to seeing people her age being richer, prettier and happier than her; seemingly flaunting their version of success right in her face with pictures of expensive cars, title deeds for houses, sea vacations three times a year and babies that were apparently born with the ability to walk, talk and solve world hunger. As she got older, Mel learned to remind herself that it’s mostly a facade, carefully constructed to hide that these people, just like everyone else, still had their problems, but it was still hard sometimes not to feel like she was doing something wrong after seeing another friend from high school get married on a tropical island and get ready to move into the house of their dreams. But m
