As a child, like any other, I was anxious to claim being “old enough”.  Reality has slapped me hardcore in the face to wipe out that childish wish. I didn’t sign up for this thing called adulthood, and I would like a refund.

   All our lives we’re amped up for inevitably growing up. At first it’s exciting and you want so much responsibility to prove to everyone you can handle it. The problem comes when you’re so impatient to become independent you may skip a few steps… this won’t end well for an average kid. I missed out on that portion of school where they tell you that, in fact you don’t know everything. Yeah I went back, but now I’m behind from the rest of the world, it seems.

   Independence may have been what I craved, I just didn’t know jack shit about it. Bills, responsibilities I had no clue about, mostly figuring out expenses with no career, and seemingly, no future. The stress is overwhelming. This time there’s no teacher there to give me guidelines or another chance if I make a mistake. All of these “real world” problems are almost too much to handle when you’re expecting something completely different and no one explained to you it’s not all lollipops and sunshine.