i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
parents love to be like “hello child I love you btw I need you to come by and get every object from your childhood bedroom. yeah because otherwise I’m throwing it out. yeah right this very second. no I just don’t want it in my house anymore” the moment you move out
no need for a halloween costume this year because there’s nothing scarier than being in your mid 20s and not knowing who you are or what you want to do anymore