Being twenty years old and in the prime of youth all seems like a lie.

A life far from love, lived by someone born into poverty.
Rent, food expenses, transportation costs, textbooks, maintenance fees, cell phone bills.
Pocket money for younger siblings, and then the student loan repayments after graduation.

"Am I living my life correctly?"

It doesn't seem so.

Rushing to part-time jobs as soon as the lectures end,
and collapsing onto the bed at midnight after a long day.

But there's a saying, even every dog has his day.
Then, I receive an offer for a high-paying tutoring job I've only ever heard about...

[From Steam]