22 years old.
What does that mean?
They tell me these are the best years of my life,
How Horrifying.
Is this all I am to expect from the world? As I watch my friends begin their lives in jobs they already hate. As I watch my peers drunk at the weekend and teaching a child the next day? Does that child know they are facing their own future? Does no one know how horrific this is?
22 years old. Disillusioned. Disappointed.
Perhaps it gets better, perhaps it gets worse. So long as it doesn’t stay the same.
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