this will be the first of my 'grow up' series...
i just kind of felt like writing after all this time.
'grow up.' that was what my dear ate joy told me when i was being a bit immature.
and somehow, it struck me.
i, of twenty four years of age, living as a woman, still have not yet grown up.
or grown up in the sense of being an adult.
or how an adult is commonly perceived as.
i haven't graduated, i don't have a job right now, much less a career, i still live at home with my parents, and worse, my sisters currently support me.
i still play pc games, watch cartoons and eat chocolates.
why is that concept so strange to me.
somehow, i never saw myself growing up and being an adult. i mean, i want to be independent and grow up, stand on my own, but i don't know. it just never happened. and now my life is more stuck to my parents and sisters than before.
and now i can't see myself growing up.
what is growing up anyway?
making decisions on your own.
having a degree.
having a career.
being able to pay the bills.
having a relationship?
and here i go rambling.
don't get me wrong, i do want to grow up.
i just don't know how.
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