I’m pretty sure about it, and I hate that I’m so sure about it. I’m positive that from today onwards, I am an adult. I’m turning 20, and I’ve graduated from school. Being a kid was fucking amazing. It was a great experience, wish I did so much more though. Today, the whole day, I just thought about turning 20. Karin is going off to work for a long, long time tomorrow, and that just saddens me.
Everything feels so different anymore. I do not feel the same for arts, music, life, love, sex, and literature anymore. I do not have the passion for whatever I love and care for, just a transient interest. This is terrible. This is awful. I was supposed to be eighteen for a couple of decades. I will be a good adult. Haaaahaa
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