"I am 27 years old. I've have no money, no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents. And I'm frightened."
Change the age and you have my life described right now. The frustrating part is that I have no motivation or energy to do anything about it. I am just living my existence. Part of me is fine with it (like I don't really care), but the other is wanting to get my shit together. I am almost at the age where being an adult is become a little too real. Some would say I am already an adult. They're not wrong, but deep inside, I still feel like I'm teenager in high school. I don't have a job. I don't have a car. I don't have friends. I don't have money. I won't even mention my love life. Feels like I already failed. No one told me that being an adult would come with a free self identity crisis and a everyday existential crisis. Life is not hard, you just have to stay alive. Right? Not for me I am expected to make lots of money and have a big house and have my own corner office and be a functioning member of society. Right now, I live my life on repeat. I wake up. Brush my teeth. Eat. Scroll on social media. cry a little on the inside, sleep and repeat. And the thing is that i know exactly what to do to change my life and be "happy" or less depressed. I do have a vision on how i want my life to be. I do want a happy life. I do want to have a family. I do want to make money. I do want to live happily ever after and all that other bullshit. I do care about my life. But right now, I just don't care enough.
PS: If you are reading this I know your judging me but I hope you live a life you deserve and reach all of your goals and have a stable mental health. xoxo Bitches.