I hate being an adult. Its depressing. I am not sure i even know how to be an adult. I am not very mature for my age.
I dont know how to pay bills. I dont know how to set up my meds. I cant drive. I dont have a job.
I have to worry about things i didnt when i was say, 11.
I want to wear my hair in pigtails and Barbie sneakers.
When i was little, i never thought about death, it seemed so far off
Now that i am 28, its ALL i think about it. At least 4 hours a day, i think of death. (not in a row)