Growing up is getting really old. God, how I would love every day to be free and full of whatever-I-want-to-do's. But then who would I be, what would make me me? Responsibility is the stuff life is made of, doing things you don't want to do but have to do is what makes you grow and realize your great ability to adapt and withstand. Nobody wants to work 40 hour weeks, but most people do. And those who don't, well.. they just don't. Especially at this age, it's strange, being a part of two differing worlds coming into emergence within you. Waking up a little hungover because hell, why not! And then realizing you have to go to work for eight hours. Who are we? What are we doing here? Make something happen other than making plans to make nothing seem like something.