Some days (most days) it feels ridiculous that I am not 17. It feels so false that I live in my own house, that I’m not checking in with my mom before I go out for a night with my friends. It amazes me that my mother doesn’t know my friends anymore because they aren’t the people I have seventh period theater with or the people I walked to the bus stop with. It’s ridiculous that I’m paying rent. And working. And going to college. And using a credit card.
When does living a life stop feeling like I’m playing house?
that is so perfect a discription of a familiar feeling
little moon lover
I'm almost 30 and I still can't shake off that feeling either…
I don't know when I'll be able to actually realize I'm a "grown-up"… I don't think I'll ever feel like one…
it's true, it's so true! i feel like i am still a teenager whose been allowed to grow up by mistake.
I'll tell you if I ever get there!
i've been feeling that way for a long time now. it's so weird to think that i'm on my own now, i have no idea what that means exactly..
I'm always, incessantly wondering when I'll start feeling like an adult and I'm 33. That being said, I don't think it ever goes away. Or, it all comes to a head, one specific point in time where it all comes to be. Living long enough to find out is key.
When I picture the future I'm never old, just calmer and less afraid. I try not to think about that never actually happening.