That moment of anxiety between logging into your bank account and waiting for the page to load. PGP.

Needing 2-3 years experience for every entry level job, which makes absolutely no sense. PGP.

Those nights when “dinner” is half a bottle of Two Buck Chuck, a row of Thin Mints, and a full serving of shame. PGP.

My undergrad friends think I’m boring, and my postgrad friends think I’m immature. PGP.

Coming home to eat leftovers on your couch in your underwear and watch Netflix. PGP.

“I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone. All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity. Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.” PGP.

Want to date, but too tired to ever go out and find someone. PGP.

I don’t know if I’m terrible at budgeting or if I’m just not making enough money. PGP.

I’m just here for the paycheck. PGP.

Canceling a date because of a hangover. PGP.