How low can you go?
What I’m currently experiencing may also be widely known as quarter life crisis - although it does seem as though it’s a decade premature. I am feeling completely overwhelmed by this buffet feast of what they call life. But like every fat kid at a sushi joint, I can’t not get my hands on every plate that the conveyer belt brings, with the exception of a few that I plan to grab when it passes me by for the second time. No nothing gets left behind. No I do not plan to give anything up. No I will not let anything pass me by without a fight.
No, no, no.
