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I miss not caring about anything. I miss being heartless and cynical. I miss being a kid. A lot never made much sense back when I was little, and a lot more makes less sense now that I think about it, and sometimes I wonder if it's what you know that determines weather you're an adult or not. I wonder what magic threshold I have to cross to be a total jackass and still have things work to my favor.. like it does forthose adults.. and walking on eggshells is lame when everyone's walking on a cloud.

Honestly though.. I'd like to say I'm an adult, but I've been told by too many that I act like a kid.. I think the reason why would be that I feel ashamed at how I look at adults. They're anormalies. They aren't supposed to exist, or work the way they do, but they do. -it's like the guy keeping the rules of the universe in line has taken a sick day.

Sometimes though, I think that it's more about rolling with the punches than actually seeing them coming, instead of just taking it cause you're tough enough.. sometimes I feel like the last one like me left around.. where'd my friends go? why'd everyone leave? why am I the only one like me left around?.. sometimes.. it's like being awake when you're not supposed to be. like in surgery.


But only sometimes.