A quarter of a century. Yeap, that's how old I am, or rather how young I am. Time flies. I still feel 18. I feel as though I've not grown up, or rather, I try to believe that I have not. For growing up means more responsibilities. But I'm not up for any of that. I wish I was 7 again, sometimes. Carefree, reckless, careless, relaxed. Free of worries. Probably, the only worry I'd have would be the spanking I'll get when I get home.
Believe has it that with age comes wisdom. Ha ha. On the contrary, I think as I age, I age with stupidity. I'm not any smarter, if any, I've been getting myself into making some stupid decisions and acting nonsensically. When and at how old will I start to act like an adult? I've yet to find out.
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