As I enter the last month of my 22nd year I am being hit with a deep a dark depression.... call me dark and twisty, please.
It's really not so much a depression as just this idea that things are not going the way that I always thought they would. Number one: I never thought I'd find myself working at a shiteous job after college. You go to college, so that you don't have to work retail. Number two: I kind of figured I'd finally be comfortable in my skin by now. My dad always told me that I was pretty but I'd be prettier when I was older (on the plus side the fact that I work a shitty job has made me less on the plus side- which I guess is a mixed blessing). And number three: I always kind of figured I'd have someone by now. When I was little I was positive that I'd be married by 22 and probably even be knocked up- don't get me wrong- I don't want that right now. I enjoy nothing more than my freedom and being single, but I still wouldn't mind a boy of interest that reciprocated the feelings that I had- 23 is going to be awful if I'm still living on school girl crushes.
So here I am with less than 30 days left at 22 and I have no solution to my issues- although I will be working a second job and starting at an internship- things just aren't working out like I thought they would- but I guess that's life, right?
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