At 18 you think you'll have everything figured out by 25. At 25 you realize nobody has a clue, everyone is just better at pretending, and the people who look the most sure are usually the most scared.
I used to think people who were always 'busy' were doing better than me. Now I think a lot of them are just avoiding sitting alone with their thoughts for even ten minutes.
96 hours. I haven't gone anywhere except the gym for an hour and a half, then back home. Not sad, not complaining, just wondering: is this the life I'm living?