Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Why like that one ar?

Guess we gotta be real.

But why must we be real? why can't we do what we want to do?

Cause we are adults now.

I hate being adult.

When I was a kid, I thought being adult means doing whatever I like.
At least back then, there's a hope that carries one through - to be an adult and have complete freedom.

So what do we have to hope for? Death?

You know what they say, dying is easy. Living is hard.


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