twenty-something advice

My tenth confession is a complete embracing of all my imperfections: I'm an idealistic yet pessimistic romantic. I'm a health conscious periodic binge eater. I think I'm so good but I'm super self critical. I'm sweet but I'm angry. I am a bundle of contradictions but again, I challenge anyone to say they are anything other.
Earlier this month I turned 25 and since then friends, family and colleagues seem hell-bent on reminding me that I'm well and truly an adult. If they aren't asking me how it feels to be a "quarter of a century old" they're reminding me that I'm "halfway to 50".
The midlife crisis is a well-known phenomenon; you may even know somebody that's fallen prey to it and has suddenly developed a large collection of Hawaiian shirts, leather trousers or rock'n'roll compilation CD's. What's not so widely publicised though, is its preliminary attack; a smaller, but equally life changing milestone on the landscape of adulthood, the quarter life crisis.
Remember when you used to make your Mum hide around the corner whilst she waited to collect you from the cinema? Now, she's the friend you go to the cinema with. Oh, how times have changed.
From what I've heard off of older, worldly people, I've found that your twenties is a decade you could potentially afford to piss into a can. They're like SATs (those tests at the end of primary school. Were they even called SATs? Who knows).
There's a fair few things that might change for you in these years; here are just a few... You'll probably still get too drunk, not keep track of your periods and accidentally laugh loudly in awkward social situations.
Are you thinking about moving to London? Well, it's an amazing city but you do have to be ready to make some big changes in your life to adjust to living here. Whether you're a country bumpkin from the UK or travelling to start a new life here from overseas there are a few things you should know, straight up.
Facebook courts you into thinking you're failing or overachieving. It will never bring you lasting happiness. Waiting for the total 'likes' to succeed the likes on previous posts only curtails happiness. How do I know this? I've been that 'like' whore. I have given the likes and waited for them.
I've been 25 for one month and one day and already I am quite sure it is the worst age ever. Don't believe me? Take a look at these 25 highly valid reasons why. Yup, that's one for every sorry year of your life...
As you get into your 20s you often start to use other peoples lives as a marker of how grown up you feel. Whether it's people getting married, moving into their own place or getting a real adult job, there is always someone that makes you feel immature in comparison.