Know what sucks about being an adult? There are fewer and fewer people who beleive in you.
As a kid, there are parents and teachers, and extended family, and other folks all supporting you. You feel the hedge of protection all around. But as you age, those folks move die, or move on, or something, and that hedge is cut.
Ugh, I'm so depresed.
Writing about it makes me feel better. I'm already feeling a little better.
Back to life.
James
1 comment:
Crap, you stole my idea. For real, though, James, I believe in you. I believe that you are a full fledged member of my imagination.
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