The age of in-between is a weird place. It is the early-20s where society wants us to have everything figured out, when really we have nothing figured out. Not even ourselves.
Making friends as adults is one of the most challenging tasks and I still have not figured out exactly how to do it.
Stop avoiding your bank account numbers.
For trying to put yourself together.
You can’t blame them once you realize you’re not happy with your life because, in the first place, you had the freedom to decide not to be servile.
Ah, young adulthood. Does it get any more awkward than this?
You value your own company.