"I want to write about what's actually happening with people my age." "And what's that?" "Coke. Tinder. Bad relationships. Good relationships. Molly. Not being able to get a job. 25 being one thing for one person and something completely different for another." I turned 25 almost a year ago.
I feel like I've aged at least 10 years over my summer of unemployment. Long gone are my dreams and ambitions of finding a "creative" job, a fulfilling job, a job I enjoy. Fantastic, I am jaded and still in my 20s.