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24 August 2009
Things change so quickly. I can hardly keep track of my own life anymore. Here I am, in this beautiful apartment that I can't really afford, paying for rent and groceries and utilities and all those unpleasant grown-up things, and I have to remind myself constantly: You wanted this. It's true. I've waited for this experience, this essential adulthood, my whole life; I spent my high school years dreaming of the day I could leave the parental nest and fly on my own. It's a bad metaphor. I know. But here I am, and suddenly all I want is to drive home, run upstairs, and lay on my mom's bed for a good cry.
So far, I hate being a grownup.
♥ yours truly. ;
"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five