Life Is a Mess, So Am I
Welcome to the roaring twenties, they said. The era of opportunity, self-discovery, and... existential crises? Ah, the quarter-life crisis—a rite of passage that hits like a freight train when you least expect it. Here I am, 23, with dreams as big as skyscrapers, but my reality resembles more of a messy studio apartment than a penthouse suite. No job? Check. Love life? Non-existent. Anxiety about the future? Oh, bet you. It's like being stuck in limbo, caught between the carefree days of youth and the looming responsibilities of adulthood. Everyone seems to have it figured out—landing dream jobs, jet-sett...