I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
My tummy hurts because I threw up and heaved loads because I was stupid enough to sleepily make a cup of tea this morning with spoiled milk
I need a head between my legs