Sometimes, and especially in moments like right now, I really don't like being an adult.
Can I just crawl under my blanket, and pretend that my colourful monopoly money is real again? Can I find satisfaction in pretending to eat plastic pastries and hamburgers in my mini-kitchen like I did when I was a kid? Can I be oblivious to the concept of utilities bills, and phone bills and rent and never worrying about buying clothes or toiletries.
Since when did life get so messy... and not just in the sense of playing adventure in the forest with my friends and getting muddy.
Since when did I become an adult?
Sigh. Breathe. Smile. Make it through December....January can't come soon enough...
xo
Missy Me
2 comments:
There's a place where you don't have to be an adult. It's called Neverland. I don't recommend it, see what it did to Micheal Jackson.
Oh my gosh, that is sooo funny! Nice Paul, nice!
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