I always knew life had a mid-life crisis. Then, in my mid-20's, I discovered a quarter-life crisis. But now I'm 30 and there's no clever name for it. And worse, if I think back to 8th grade, I was totally having one then, too. Wait a minute... It's the same with highschool. And the years right after. Son of a bitch, it's all starting to make sense.
They didn't tell us the truth growing up. That unless you're a child, senile, or dead... there is no lasting peace and that life itself is one big f*ckin crisis.
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