I was born in Milan, and I grew up on the Lower East Side.
My parents raised me on an Italian-style apartment.
And I was lucky to have a supportive and caring mother who encouraged me to work hard, take risks, and be proud of my work.
But I grew to hate my own apartment.
It was an empty, cold, and ugly place.
I grew bored and lonely.
I’d spend days sitting on my couch in the middle of the night with my phone, staring at the ceiling, waiting for my phone to ring.
At the same time, my mom’s voice was always in my head, and she didn’t want to hear my excuses.
My apartment was always cluttered with clothes, furniture, and clutter.
It wasn’t a home I wanted to live in, but it was my home.
My mother was a perfectionist.
She hated to make changes.
It made me feel like I was wasting my time.
I felt like I had no right to complain.
The apartment was a symbol of failure.
My father, on the other hand, hated to have to deal with it.
He’d make me work.
I was always told to “do my best” or I would be punished for it.
I never had a choice, so I worked until I was broke, then I got my own place.
The only reason I didn’t end up in a bad situation was because I had a supportive, loving mother.
When I was 10 years old, my mother got me an apartment that I loved.
It had a view of the city from the front.
I loved it so much I wanted it to be my home forever.
But my mother always said I would have to leave.
She wanted to keep me close to her, but she also wanted to help me develop my own personality.
She never wanted to have any regrets about leaving me.
So, at 16, I got an apartment I liked, and my mother bought me a car.
I lived there for six years, and then I moved to San Francisco, California, where I found a job at a tech company.
I worked at a company called Apple Computer.
I had to do something to pay my rent, but I had an incredible time.
It became my life, and it was great to have someone to talk to.
It gave me the confidence to move out, because I didn’ have to worry about getting into a bad relationship.
But after a year or so, my girlfriend told me she wanted to leave and move back to Italy.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and we got married.
It all seemed so normal, until she went back to her hometown, and suddenly everything changed.
She started making me do the dishes, cleaning my apartment, and working at Starbucks.
I hated her so much, I left.
I left the apartment, I was never going to live there.
I’m not sure why, but after a while, I just stopped feeling so good about myself.
The truth is, I hated myself so much that I wanted out.
I didn ‘t have the confidence anymore.
I couldn’t keep going on with my life.
I just wanted to die.
My life was a mess.
My mom and I had never had children.
We were both working and raising our own children at the time, but we weren’t married.
I wanted my own kids.
I thought I had everything, and now I couldn’ t find a partner for a child.
I wasn’t able to find a husband, and the only guy I’d even considered was a relative.
So I started looking for a new job.
My friends were always telling me, “Do you want to be an actor?”
I was a writer, and actors are a different breed than other writers.
But the job didn’t seem right to me.
I looked at the other actors in the room, and they were doing amazing things.
They were making tons of money.
But they were also getting paid for their time.
The job didn’ t feel right.
I decided I wanted a different career.
I came up with a new idea.
I started a blog called What I’ve Learned.
I used to write about everything I wanted, and everything I was thinking about.
Now, I wrote about everything, so it felt like everything was my fault.
It felt like it was all my fault, because my life wasn’t right.
The problem was, I wasn’ t happy, and life wasn’ rearing its ugly head again.
I realized that the reason why I wasn ‘t happy was because of all the things I had grown up with in my life: the pain, the struggles, the failures, the disappointment, the loneliness.
It just wasn’t me.
There were so many things I wanted.
But when I tried to focus on the positives, I found myself getting overwhelmed by the negativity.