Post by xx on May 15, 2010 11:47:26 GMT -6
mouth-watering, gut-wrenching responsibility. we've all begged for it, yearned for it as kids. we wanted to pay for our ice creams, have our own business via lemonade stand, begged our parents to not hold our hands as we crossed the street, ambitiously studied. we wanted nothing more than to stand on our own. but now that it's been received, it's not as happy and shiny as it was once reflected to be. the houses that we've bought must be filled with all sorts of silly furniture, they require bills to be paid. the struggle of finding someone to love becomes larger, we find ourselves hysteric to find employment or we face living on the streets. bits after bits of responsibility, we wish for the clammy hands of our parents to guide us across the road. the ice creams, the furniture - we want it all to be paid for. we hoped we had failed instead of wasting our time studying, that way we'd still be under the roof of our parents. welcome to fragile skeletons, good luck surviving.
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