Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Quarter Life Crisis

I'm going through a crisis.
I'm am not yet middle aged.
At this rate who's to say I'll ever make it there?
I am having a quarter life crisis.
I hate my job.
I have no friends.
I have no education other than my field of employment.
I can barely drive.
I take three Prozac a day.
I'll be 22 this month.
I feel like I'm running out of time.
People ask me when I am going to get married.
I have never been on a date.
Never been kissed.
I feel like I'm running out of time.
I need to study.
I need to write.
Finish my books.
Get published.
Meet Steve.
Get married.
Have a baby.
I am running out of time!
Choose!
Choose!
Choose!
You idiot make up your mind!
Before it's too late!
Hurry up!
What are you doing?!
What the hell are you doing with your life?
Come on you aren't getting any younger.
Fuck.
I need to get back in school.
I need a new job.
I need to get certified.
I need to network.
I need to date.
I need to... to... to what exactly?
Fuck.
I just need to get some sleep.