Count your blessings, parents

Listen, I know this might sound morbid, but the thing that makes me feel my absolute best is when I get to hear other people's problems. I know it sounds pretty bad, but before you judge me, let me explain. First things first, life 99% of the time, is HARD. Everyone has their own set of issues which is why I lose the legitimacy to complain about mundane things throughout the day. Basically, what ends up happening is that I act as if life is peachy and I stroll around the room as if I don't have…

My customer service voice is not a reflection of who I am as a person.

People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.

They are literally incapable of caring.

Pretty interesting stuff.

These might come in handy at some point.

Life's always surprising us.

Paging Hades and Terry Pratchett...

Too many feels.

Mosquito bites, every time.

A whole lot of those worries end up being pointless.

If applied right, they're almost like cheat codes.

More fuel for the existential crisis fire.

At least those bad choices make for great stories.

Our 20s can be quite the rollercoaster.