When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.
Weird dreams the last few nights, weird day today, weird realizations. I kind of just want to curl up in bed with a movie and turn my brain off for a few days, but I can’t. Why does my mind always do this every few months?!? Almost like clockwork.