I don't wanna grow up anymore. I just now realize how wrong I was as a kid. So responsible, so determined to do the 'right' thing; to think things through... It makes me physically ill to remember what a good little girl I was. And now here I am, trying to get it all back. See, they never tell you about the flip-side of responsibility. They never tell you that you don't get to store up all the chances you had to do stupid stuff and use them later. They never tell you about the second guessing you start doing once the world begins to expect nothing BUT responsibility from you. And they certainly never tell you about the regrets that linger about the edges of your reminescence. It's not always there, but it creeps up on you every once in a while; threatening to turn you into a bitter, twisted person or drive you mad. Or, hey, maybe they did tell us about all of these things, and I just missed the memo. Maybe I was sick that day or so busy scribbling notes for class that I miss those surly whispers of warning. What ever happened to the 'do-over' anyway? Weren't we all told as children that if something went seriously wrong, we could just go back and start over from that point? You know, make it all so it never happened? I was lied to by my boardgames and books. I shouldn't be so bitter, but I'm really feeling my age right now. I'm feeling the weight of maturity and I'm struggling under it right now. I want my chance to screw up and not have to worry about it back. But it's much too late for that now. And, saddest irony of all, if such an opportunity was afforded me right now, I wouldn't - couldn't - take it. I would be too afraid of what would happen if I strayed from the 'straight and narrow'. I'm a coward, I know that, but I'm too weak to change my ways now. It sucks, but there it is. I've been trained well in the ways of fearing God's wrath. So I cry and bitch and sob and write and try to pray for an accepting heart knowing that I only half mean it. And I hate myself all the more for that.