It sure feels that way.
I sit here, and I wait for the next thing. I am constantly in a state of waiting.
Waiting for the day to end, waiting for the week to end, waiting for the next big thing. Waiting to grow up.
It felt ok to feel that way when I was a kid. All kids somewhere just wait to grow up, to be big and do adult things, like drive a car or sleep late. (what bugger all mundane nonsense to grow up for, what a bad deal)
Hardly ever feels like I want to hit the pause button and take in the scene.
I sit here, and I wait for the next thing. I am constantly in a state of waiting.
Waiting for the day to end, waiting for the week to end, waiting for the next big thing. Waiting to grow up.
It felt ok to feel that way when I was a kid. All kids somewhere just wait to grow up, to be big and do adult things, like drive a car or sleep late. (what bugger all mundane nonsense to grow up for, what a bad deal)
Hardly ever feels like I want to hit the pause button and take in the scene.
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