I’m so mad. I’m back living at home because my mom NEEDS me. You think I WANT to sleep on a couch that’s not big enough for me and barely make enough to get by?
You don’t know my life, Time. Get off my back. and kindly fuck off.
Between this and that Atlantic article I read last night, I’m about ready to spit hot venomous magma. Youth in goddamned revolt.
I just had a huge conversation about this crying over this crap, my situation, and how so many other people my age are in the same boat. I’ve been crying for the past 3 years about it. And it’s still not getting any better.
we’ll get jobs and our own places to live when we pry them from your cold, dead hands