Being in your twenties is like grocery shopping alone, having instant noodles for dinner, remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years, feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary", having midday naps, finding out through instagram that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby while having a peaceful life. falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport, pretending you're not afraid of being alone, wondering when you feel like a fully realized person, listening to bands you liked in middle school, blinking and it's suddenly january while you’re still living in august last year. still, failing to imagine yourself ten years from now, feeling like you're running out of time.