On not saying f*ck it

+ Pick'n'mix, therapy, and Taylor Swift tickets

In the past, whenever my money situation became (even more) desperate (than usual), I would find myself spending more. I can literally remember thinking fuck it, if I’ve got no money, I might as well really have no money. And I’d use the last tiny bit of credit on a card to buy myself a book or I’d take the boys to McDonald’s or something.

I haven’t don…