Adulting
I was raised with all the correct tools
resources, books, experience.
Yet, I struggle.
Struggle to realize I schedule my own doctor's appointments,
swipe my own card at registers,
Pay for my own gas.
No one ever explained how hard this would be.
Just when I thought everything was going great,
Rent is due.
Where is my check?
How can I go out to eat with Pam?
Or shopping with Lisa?
Adulting.
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