Dreams.

Tick tick tick.

Time to grow up. I'm that age...

My late Aunty Vera (rest her soul) was right. I listened to her a few years too late, but I should be acting like an adult. I should be concentrating more on things that are more important than somethings I want to do. Yes, going out every weekend is fun but it isn't what an adult does.

It's time to concentrate on work, party maybe once a month. Get down to doing things that are more important. What exactly does this growing up entail? I'm not entirely sure yet, but I will still have fun but I will be working harder.

I will - in the process - regain my happy disposition. I need to go back to smiling more. I need to feel accomplished and agonize less over things that are petty and obviously beneath 20 year olds (or at least what should be beneath us.)

People around will not influence me. I will not have this anger inside of me anymore, it will be dispelled. I will have to grow up and be mature.

We aren't kids anymore...

posted by Bradimon @ 6:19 a.m.