Being 24 is like being 14 except you can’t lose your job so you lowkey can’t have a 3 week long depressive episode where you sleep all day and watch cake boss til the sun rises no matter how much you want to. Instead you have to put your hair in a stupid bun and de-mouse your kitchen and then go to bed greasy and then cry from 12:59-2:07AM, and then wake up at 8:30AM so you can show up to work 1 minute late every day, and on the weekends if you’re lucky you meet new people, like a friend-of-a-friend’s girlfriend who you can tell was just like you at 14 but now has a real complex about being seen as a real person, just like you do, so she’s still just like you except that she subtly puts you down to make herself feel more real, and you know she doesn’t even want to, and you want to scream at her “I CAN’T PULL BASEBALL CAPS OFF AND YOU CAN, SO YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE INSECURE ABOUT, PLEASE STOP BEING MEAN TO ME,” and that’s what being 24 is like




















