The reason to why I suddenly came to this conclusion was that I’ve been spending the last half an hour reading through old blog posts of mine and marvel at how well I used to describe my life with help of a little humour and lots of sarcasm. Compared to how I was back then I’m a really nasty piece of work now. A plausible explanation could be that I’ve got a taste of the kind of life I don’t quite like; routine and boredom. And I put off the things I know will lift my spirits in favour of doing all those other... adult things. Personally, I think it’s the backside of reading so much for school – it puts me down.Could this be a part of a quarter-life crisis? My birthday’s tomorrow. Good thing there's cake. Thank the gods for cake!
"If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!" - J.M. Barrie