I used to be obsessed about growing up. Seeing the many shites life threw at me as a child, I used to think growing up will make this all go away as I'll be able to take the charge for my life.

But now when I'm 24, doing my undergrad, with no fucking clue about what I'll do in the coming days after I graduate; I feel like I overestimated the growing up part of my life, my existence, as its not as jolly and fun as I'd hooe for it to be.

I won't lie, growing up and being an adult has helped me to some extent from various aspects, but the shitfest these perks brought along get too much to bear at times.

But for some weird reason, I still feel like growing up a bit more would solve these shits for me. I know that ain't true, I know life won't necessarily get better, but I kinda believe with time I'll be even better at coping up with whatever life throws at me. Fingers crossed.