The Conversation

I’m 23, in college, and I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. Everyone keeps asking me what my “plan” is after graduation like I’ve got some grand blueprint hidden in my back pocket. I’m just trying to pass this stats class without crying in the library bathroom again. Half the time I’m living off ramen and caffeine, the other half I’m staring at my laptop wondering if dropping out and starting a candle business is the move.
Professors act like their class is the only one that matters, like I don’t have 4 others, a part-time job, and a mental breakdown scheduled for Thursday. And don’t get me started on group projects. There’s always that one ghost who vanishes until the last minute and then wants to split the grade evenly. Nah, bro. I did this. You don’t get credit for breathing.
Also, rent is ridiculous, my student loans keep growing like some cursed Pokémon, and I still can’t fold a fitted sheet. Adulthood feels like one big scam.