Sometimes I get sad when I realize I’ll likely never own a home or have children. But in my heart I know it’s for the best. Both of those things.
I just feel like I will never feel like a real true adult because of it. Real stuck in my second childhood type shit.
But fuck um we ball.
I just feel like I will never feel like a real true adult because of it. Real stuck in my second childhood type shit.
But fuck um we ball.
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I own my home (with my husband) and often still don’t feel like I’m an adult. I feel like a kid playing grown up. It’s weird actually, like I wonder if that ever goes away
Let me start using my journal.