via: prokaro

So it's not a secret that I'm not exactly a huge fan of cooking, but maybe there's a possibility I could domesticate myself further. With the months slipping through my fingers like naught, I find time passing far too quickly. I don't want to grow up, but growing up seems to bring along a myriad of personal changes and bittersweet blessings. 

I used to think of adulthood as such a glamorous thing, seeing adults do things that "adults do". I believed they told no lies, did no wrong, had no faults. How wrong I was. 

The world of grown-ups is devoid of real living, of real feeling. Such a tragedy.