When T. Swift explains what it feels like to be 22…
I’m like…
Because, really, it’s less like this:
And more like this:
And a fair amount of this:
Some of this:
And a lot of this:
What do we do?
Besides:
Ugh, and:
We’re constantly flip-flopping between:
And:
We’re past this:
But not yet to this:
I know I should feel like this:
Young, wild, and free, right?
But half the time it’s more like:
Will someone explain to me what’s going on here?
If my soul had a voice, it would sound like Britney Spears in 2002.
That’s right, my soul has killer abs.
One minute I’m like:
The next:
Often followed by:
And then back to:
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22.
