Twenty Somethings

One of my closest friends who happens to be someone who’s a smidge older than me told me recently being 22-24 life is weirder than weird. She’s not wrong. Lately I have not been able to focus on myself I think it’s partly because I just moved out and being on my own is stressful. I haven’t been around my best friends much and I think it’s partly me just not being able to come to terms with all of my changes. I know that sounds silly because I am writing about it so clearly I am aware of it. But, on the contrary your girl is still overwhelmed. I think I have been pulling away from just about everything, whether I see it happening or not I can’t seem to let people in lately.  Early twenties man, no one really prepares you for the whole hearted truth of the twenties is that well, they suck. Going out and partying with your friends is just about the best part of it all. The truth and the ugly truth is drinking is covering up the mess of the twenties. The attempt to forget the anxiety, the brutal day to day, and the hopes to just get through it. It sounds sad obviously your parents are always telling you to enjoy the selfishness of being so young however, me making an ass of myself is not great. I have become a queen at pushing people. It’s becoming a specialty of mine. 

You know when you wake up the next day and you’re terrified to look at the mess you made? Well, don’t worry because I have probably done worse than you. This post may seem depressing or difficult to read but honestly I’m just keeping it real. 

I, Michelle Barnett, make an ass of myself all too frequently and at this point the most recent one was a doozie. Stand back because the aftermath was not dope. But, there is no hope in dope kids. 22-24 is rough man, you think being 12 is hard? Going through puberty and all that good shit is rough? Add alcohol to the mix and boom that’s a perfect equation for disaster.