If you’re a twenty something, you probably feel like this.
Most of the time you just want to yell at the universe.
Because no one appreciates you.
And with your girlfriends it’s a lot of,
But for you it’s more like,
But every time you say to a boy,
At which point you’re like,
And in the end you don’t even want a boyfriend because,
Really when it comes down to it,
Because you’re tired of going home for Christmas and having all your relatives be like,
So I guess what I’m saying is being in your twenties is hard. Most of the time it feel like this.
But now you have to be an adult, which makes you think,
But maybe now’s not the time to be “an adult.”
Maybe it’s still time to do this:
And this. Because after all, you’re only twentysomething.