I didn't ask for this. There's no consent form for adulthood, you just get thrown in the deep end. One minute I'm jerking off my way through high school, the next I'm spending £5 on cheddar cheese. If you're fed up with adulthood and its merry band of shite like me, let's fight back against the conventions we so dearly hate. Join me on my runaway mission as I moan my way through the themes of young adulthood. Longing to be back on his feet, escaping the country to recover from what broke him. All the while dissecting the political and social landscape the world enters

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