"Give me money because I'm fabulous, because I say so." -James St. James
Being a twenty-something is so much harder than being an adolescent. Now, you really have to find yourself because you're in the real world but you barely know it. It's like everyone around is finding themselves, or at least trying. At first, you don't know what you want. But then, you know exactly what you want in life, and it's far too much--almost unattainable. We're all living in a cloud of glitter, glamor, and champagne and we don't even remember who we are. Introspection and self-expression should be king, but people are really just trying to survive--and be fabulous. Education, jobs, careers, money, cities, parties, glamor, drugs, fame; these ideas swirl in our heads when all we need is love. Nothing makes sense and everything makes sense. Our lives are messes, but once again it's a beautiful struggle, we're beautiful messes, and having the time of our lives riding this downward spiral...