Today I take a step close to my late twenties. Next thing I know I’ll be 30.
Three years ago I said I was a hopeless romantic.
Two years ago I said I was a mess.
Last year I said I was still a mess, but less hopeless.
Today I’m still a mess, I’m still hopeless, and I wonder if I was ever a romantic.
Hello Quarter Life Crisis. I’ve missed you.
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