They told me the hardest part of my twenties would be the low balance in my bank account. They told me the hardest part of my twenties would be the revolving door of men who either didn’t fit me or who took my heart, broke it, and left.
I miss the days when I used to be able to hang out with my friends without feeling guilty for doing so. I miss understanding the importance of a work-life balance and knowing when a break was not just important, but vital. Most of all, I miss my friends.