20 life crisis plus a Delorean

So this whole "wanna be a journalist" thing is a lot harder than it sounded in college. I thought college prepared you for the real world? That could be the biggest crock of shit I've heard in awhile. I graduated last May and the only significant thing that has happened since then is that I moved back home... which is more awful than being in Myrtle Beach, which is why I'm moving back in two weeks. I never thought growing up would be this boring but so crazy at the same time. If people want something so bad, why don't we go for it? It seems pretty easy right? You go to high school to prepare for college, and when you get to college you're told those will be the best four years, or seven if you're Van Wilder, of your life. For me, not so much but it was what introduced me to my passion for writing and wanting to know more about the world and the people in it. But, then why is it that when you graduate, you think you know exactly what you want to do and you do the complete opposite? P.s. if anyone has answers to any of these questions I'm all ears because I have yet to figure it out... which is basically why I'm writing to you in this blog. This whole "your 20's are awesome" thing is getting old. It's not awesome. I don't make enough money in one month to cover my car payment and student loans but I still manage to pay them somehow, leaving me with, like, exactly $10 to my name for two weeks until I get paid again and then I'm railed in the ass with more bills. I feel like I'm going backwards in life; I mean, shit, where is a Delorean when you need one? Can I just travel to my future life with Michael J. Fox and see myself as a white Oprah making people's lives happy and complete while mine still kinda blows. That would be way more awesome than laying in my bed over analyzing every single thing I've ever done in my life while stuffing my face with starburst jelly beans and watching "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo." I can't wait to figure this whole 20's thing out, and when I do, which will probably be the day I turn 30, I'll be sure to let the rest of you 20 something's know... So maybe we won't have so many pathetic wanna be journalists roaming around like we all have the Sleeping Beauty syndrome.