Below is a little cathartic piece I needed to get off my chest.
It hit me today that I am not as young as I think I am,
That I don’t have as much time to figure out life as I think,
I am closer to 30 than I am to 26,
I am stuck in a role I can’t escape,
I’m isolated from my friends,
I don’t have my own place or car,
Women are enigmas I have yet to figure out,
And I wouldn’t be surprised if I hit 30 before I have a girlfriend,
This isn’t where I thought I would be at this stage in my life,
I always mocked the deadbeats,
The people who didn’t have their lives figured out,
Maybe it’s poetic justice that I’m now one of them,
25 was the worst year of my life,
So hopefully things can only go up from there.