12 year old me was so right. I’m so glad I’m an adult and not forced to live in an abusive household and can make my own choices now. I’d rather be tired, stressed, and hungry than be 12 years old again living with my mom.
Also, if I want to eat cereal in the car while driving, I can. It’s not my fault Frank crashed into me and made me spill the milk, and he should pay for the damages.
I feel that. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t happy, being an adult sucks donkey dick. But I fucking hated being a kid. If I could turn back time, I’d never go back if I knew that it’d be the same childhood I had before.
12 year old me was so right. I’m so glad I’m an adult and not forced to live in an abusive household and can make my own choices now. I’d rather be tired, stressed, and hungry than be 12 years old again living with my mom.
Also, if I want to eat cereal in the car while driving, I can. It’s not my fault Frank crashed into me and made me spill the milk, and he should pay for the damages.
I feel that. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t happy, being an adult sucks donkey dick. But I fucking hated being a kid. If I could turn back time, I’d never go back if I knew that it’d be the same childhood I had before.
Yeah, right? About the only thing I miss is the free time.