Barnaby Lashbrooke warns his 17 year-old self that, when he finds himself desperately unhappy, it’s time to rip up the rule book
Dear Barnaby,
Right now you’re functioning on one hour’s sleep a night (something perhaps only a 17-year-old could do), your bedroom is a makeshift office with a desk squeezed between the bed and the wall and mum is on your case about knuckling down with school work so you can apply to university. But already the money’s coming in, so you know you’re on to something good.
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Source: Guardian