Your twenties are meant to be some of the best years of your life. At least, that’s how they’ve been sold to us. You’re not restricted to a classroom or library or the clutches of a looming exam or coursework deadline.
You’re free of any ‘real’ responsibility, not tied down by marriages or mortgages or children clamouring for your attention.
The world is your oyster! You’ll hear.
Oh, what I’d give to be in my twenties again! To have that body, that social life, all that free time!
What they won’t tell you, is how fucking lonely it is.