I think I'm done being an adult. It was fun. I quit. I don't want to pay bills anymore, I don't want to work any more...I would just like to be told that I did a good job because I colored in the lines and now it's naptime. I don't want things to change. I'm tired of progressing. I miss the comfort of riding in the back seat of the car, where nothing can happen to you. Where you are safe because you're parents are driving. I miss school and knowing that tommorrow is school, and the next day is school, and then summer comes and goes and you just go back to school. One day, that cycle ended and that's when this adulthood trouble started. Suddenly people are asking questions like "what are you going to do with your life?" and you find yourself asking "how am I going to pay all my bills?" It's such a hard call too because I wouldn't trade Jon or Paisley for anything, even to go back to that, but it's just hard. Life is just hard. We don't get to always do what we want, we have to do what we need. Now I am driving the car. Now a little girl feels safe in my arms. The only thing keeping us going is looking around and saying "everyone else survived this...right?"