I’m so young. I’m 22 years old and some people my same age are married, some even have children, some are going to grad school next year or they have jobs and can completely support themselves, some have condos and some have houses and some have lives. And I sit here every night, feeling like a baby in a crib. Everyone else’s life seems so far ahead of mine and all I have is a series of possessions that are scattered around me, meaningless. And that’s my life; filled-up notebooks, dirty dishes, scratched C.Ds (I take better care of my records). I’m unemployed basically and what little income I DO have, is spent on said-records, and other garbage, and it’s not enough for anything else.
Hurry up, life… start!