terrible twenties
they always talk about the ‘terrible twos’ with respect to development. well, i’d like to talk about the terrible twenties.
every time i talk to my parents about how shitty my life is, all i hear back is ‘these are the best years of your life.’ yes, please let me relish in my youth while i have no job, am giving up on love, have no clue what the future holds. i get it, i accept it. but that does not mean that it is easy. it does not mean that these are the best years of my life. if they are, well fuck.
i want more. i don’t need perfection. but one thing. maybe then my twenties won’t be so terrible.
