remember when you had no concept of what time it was
or how much money you had
or how you would eat that day
remember when you could just play and play and never get tired
or when you thought you would be the one to change the world
today, i wish i was ten
i wish i didn't have to think about my growing student loans
or rebugeting every month to prepare for christmas (thats a whole other tangent)
or what i needed to cook for dinner
or what load of laundry needed washing by when
or about exercising more
or about all the things im not doing
or about finding a dumb husband (p.s. the finding is the dumb part---- trust me i can find plenty of dumb ones)
or following a planner
or what i should/want to become
normally i love to make lists of goals and i get all pumped
but lately it's like this:: goal—do whatever to stay alive throughout the day
maybe cause i don't really know what im doing with my life right now.
end of desiree being sad about being an adult.
i just wanna be ten and roller blade behind a bike with a jump rope tied to it, then sprint inside and have some cherry kool-aid
is that too much to ask?