You tried to be happy, didn’t you? But you can’t. I can tell by the way you are. You slouch when you sit and you look down at your feet when you hear his/her name. When we’re in the car you look out the side window, not the front. When you get a text you hesitate to check. When people try to make you laugh, you smile, but I can tell it’s half assed. When you walk you take small steps, like you’re scared, as if the ground will crumble under you. You wear your hair down a lot more. You wear hats and sunglasses. Is that to cover your sad eyes? The clothes you’ve been wearing have been as plain as the look on your face. I’ve been there. In fact I’m still going through that.
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Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.