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You're 27 years. You feel so old. So tired. You've been doing this for years. You feel like you were 23 and everything was fine. You'll figure it out later. You'll find someone you want to be with later. You're 27. Almost 28, and you still drink too much. You still have those 20 pounds you gained after you stopped eating for a year. You still don't tell people how you're feeling. You laugh at people when they share too much. You still want to stay up all night, false laughter, fake eyelashes, smoking. Wanting to die the next morning. Ignoring that call. You're different but you're still really the same.