20something

I’m not sure why, but the minute I start typing in one of my diaries I instantly transform my writing into the megalomania of some lost and confused 20something.
 
Which, in all fairness, I am.
 
But how do I tell you what I’m thinking without sounding like an incredible wank??
 
Yes, I’m depressed.
 
Yes, I’m fucked up.
 
No, I have no idea what I want.
 
No, I don’t have the energy to work on it.
 
But no, I’m not crazy.
 
I’m doing ok.
 
I’m gonna be alright…
 
Right?
 
So what if shit happened in the past. So what if I come off a lil left of centre? So what if I end up in people’s ‘too hard’ basket – chances are you’re in mine too.
 
Here’s to me – and a big resounding fuck off to anyone that has a problem with it *clink*