The darkness was approaching. The reds and oranges of the sunset, creeping together with the blackness that occurs when it's time for the moon. Contemplating life, reaching for answers. Like, "why did I leave home," "how did I watch him pack the car and drive away?" and others. Soul-searching. The sound of crickets, the rustling of small animals. I was scared, but not of my surroundings, just of what my late 20's had become. A joke, a hot mess, a scandal, some lies. I bet that's what people were thinking of me anyway. A job I hated, a life I almost loved, but couldn't face. My only friends were on Twitter, and even they just liked me because I was funny. But I wasn't even that. Just a phony with a quarter-life crisis...

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ericjkrause over 8 years ago

Good story! I like the phrase "quarter-life crisis." So many go through it.

NYgirlLovesCA over 8 years ago

Thank you!! As a 20-something, I agree.

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