Growing up, you are told what you can do, what you cannot do and what you absolutely must not think of doing. Then, you grow and realize that there's a lot with which you don't agree - that you are always being put in a situation you fear most, hate most, upset most and the list goes on. That you would rather have fewer friends instead of having to fit yourself with non genuine people, that you would rather go out alone than having to pretend to be with someone.
And then you learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to let you down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others. You cry over fights and feel absolutely miserable about it. You were told all pretty words but it doesn't feel pretty at all. They tear you when you are at your weakest. It's coming back again.
Same shit, just different days.
Welcome, quarter life crisis.
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