“Being in your twenties is hard,” I told one of my housemates the other day. “It’s lonely and isolating and it’s this weird time where we’re coming into ourselves so much more and sometimes that sucks.”
“I do not like it. I do not like it all,” she replied.
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Yet, how can we possibly move forward if we refuse to rise above the things we do not like?
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