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The nostalgia hit we didn’t ask for but totally deserve. This piece is for the ones who used to be “young, wild and free” and now find themselves just… tired, emotionally overdrawn, and wondering how the hell we got here. It’s a love letter to growing up messy, to dreams that shifted, to friendships that got deeper (or weirder), and to the chaos we now call adulthood. Because sure, we’re all a little fucked up and shit, but we’ve earned every scar, every eye-roll, every existential crisis.
Hang it where you need a laugh, a wink, and a tiny scream into the void.
Relatable? Yeah. Therapeutic? Also yeah.