Slowly deleting your social media accounts due to their triviality. PGP.

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

Having a hard time remembering what it felt like to not be moments away from a breakdown at all hours of the day. PGP.

I had a six-pack in high school. Never thought I could have back fat. PGP.

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

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

Signed up for Mint.com. All I receive from them are “Low Balance Warning” emails. PGP.

“So no one told you life was gonna be this way. Your job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s D.O.A. It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear. When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.” PGP.

I feel like I’m Leonardo DiCaprio from Catch Me If You Can. Every day I go to my new job, dressing and acting like I belong, and wondering when they’ll figure out I don’t know shit. PGP.

Some mornings I just want to build a fort in my bed and stay there forever. PGP.