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Lately, I’ve been having a difficult time wrapping my mind around some very difficult grown up realities that most Responsible Adults encounter daily. I entirely support myself, I have student loans that I sometimes feel I will never escape, my first professional full time job is one of the most emotionally challenging jobs I’ve ever had, and I live in one of the most expensive cities in America. Blah Blah Blah. Not to mention how I just narrowly escaped a very unhealthy apartment from one of the worst slumlords I’ve ever encountered—and I lived above a pizza place once.

What is wrong with me?

In the past month I’ve had the strongest desire to run away. Of course, every six months or so, I’ll have one of these moments where I’m ready to give up on everything and sink my own ship. Today I felt like this past month has aged me a year. I’m tired of fighting my own battles and working so damn hard only to be met with a face of indifference and disrespect.

Perhaps I’m not deserving of the things I want so desperately.