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.