I guess it's always been the gut wrenching feeling about not being certain of things. The empty feeling of being vulnerable to many things unseen and unknown. It has never sat well with me. Like a bad aftertaste, you know there is one but no matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of it.
I have slowly come to the realization that maybe this phase called 'Adulthood' isn't all that it's cracked up to be.
Why can't I just go back to the 3rd grade and climb on Monkey Bars again?
Why can't I go back to a time where I had zero responsibility?
10:07 p.m. - 2010-01-03
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