Everyday, I wish for the clocks to turn back.
Sunday morning was perfect at 2AM. I enjoyed just sitting in your basement, watching old school nicktoons. I even remember telling you "I really miss MY life." My life was nicktoons. And it sucks to get punched in the face by realizations when you least expect them to. I even remember shedding a tear before falling asleep last night.
Yes, I do need to accept the fact that every time the clock strikes midnight, I am another day older. I'm dreading the midnights and the thoughts that tag along with it. I'm truly scared of growing up. I don't want to settle down with a wife and two children along the coastline. I want to still be in that 2 bedroom apartment in some shitty neighborhood watching my fucking Rugrats episode.
Grown ups live their lives just like a McDonald chains. Everything has to be done so quick and fast and perfect. I cannot keep up. I'm a slow person who appreciates the ins and outs of life too much. Is that so bad? I don't need to be in an office working 9-5 everyday because that doesn't make me happy. This new way of life doesn't make me feel pleased, it makes me feel unsettled.
Sam
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