I think I've encountered the first ever hissy fit about not wanting to grow up. I don't know else I'd be this grumpy and hopeless and lost for the second week in a row. I've run home to my parents every chance I've gotten and yet I feel rootless even there.
It's just getting to me right now. Work, friends, social responsibilities, keeping my room clean and taking care of myself seem like such an effort to make.
I know it's just a phase but I really don't like being or acting like a responsible adult right now.
It'll be better.
I got my bike fixed (gotta love dad) though, so that's nice.