How can anything get better than this? Everyday you wake up, go to work, do something else "fun," then go to bed. Friends come and go; one day you're hanging out with everyone, the next no one responds to your calls/texts. Your parents worry about you making the right life decisions. They believe that you might get mugged and/or raped in the city but ignore the possibility everywhere else because the 'burbs are "safe." Something in your heart is dying each day you wake up.
All this and you still press on because something good will happen eventually, right? You're not a moody teenager anymore, you're a moody twenty-something still living with your parents because they haven't kicked you out yet; which pretty much feels the same as being a moody teenager.
It's been a tough couple of months.
