Just, Bitter.

I think I am turning into a bitter, twenty two years old young adult, who dangerously loiter around her dying social life, at times walking around in circles of deteriorating dreams and living in a fantasy that evolves around her barely functional brain, in hope to hold onto something that could miraculously transform her amazingly dull life into some sort of a joyous roller coaster ride that could once more makes her believe in the genuine thrill of having a young, very lively, adult life.