"You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand."
Trying to figure out how much assistance money I can get from the Social Insurance Institution if I get into a college in London and trying to understand what on earth their conditions are saying… All day I’ve been sitting here going:
Oh hey, it’s me having to decide something.
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Oh hey, it’s me.
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"You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand."

GPOY. So much.
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I swear, it’s like looking into a mirror.
"The truth is, you fill your day most of the time in the washing machine of your own mind, thinking: ‘What’s this? When does it stop? Am I enjoying it? I don’t know. Oh, it’s time to go to sleep. I can’t. I’m worried.’ And then you wake up and you smear jam all over your family’s face and your own."
— Dylan Moran