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Hello, Darlings!
So, here I am twenty something sitting here thinking about how realistic Sex and the City is. Do women really lose a chance after being twenty something, or is it a dramatization for entertainment? Can one really be Carrie or Samantha? Is he my Big or my Aidan? Are friends with benefits attainable? Is it bad that both my younger siblings have significant others before I’ve even gotten past the taking stage and so many failed situationships? How does one be twenty? Half the girls my age are instagram models or mothers. Or the other majority is just as lost, but better at hiding it. And why the fuck do I have to see a gynecologist so soon. What is it to be 20, and I am doing something wrong? This has been a question on my mind for some time, so I decided to write. Shocker. Anyone who knows me or stalks my page, knows I have the deep desire to turn any minor inconvenience into a deeply emotional and melodramatic poem.
All that said, fuck being twenty, and welcome to trying to figure out what the fuck I’m doing.
