Sometimes I feel like a child trapped in an adult body. I’m not married. I have no children. I don’t own a house. I’ve been bouncing through jobs this year like a teenager. But other times, I feel like an adult trapped among children, spending time with people who can’t admit to their feelings, or tell me when something is bothering them, people who make decisions with no pause to consider the effects those decisions can have on other people.
I’m tired of putting myself out there, trying to prove myself to people who I thought were my friends. I’m tired of trying so hard with the people I shouldn’t have to try with. Shouldn’t some relationships just come easily? Shouldn’t I be able to speak freely to my friend without being told I am pointing the finger? Shouldn’t we be able to just speak freely to one another? I’m tired of feeling so stressed and frustrated about things that i don’t need to be stressed about. I’m starting to give myself a complex.
I want to bury myself in the ground.
You tell me. You’re the one who invented the game.