Sometimes I think about how 9-year-old me thought being an adult meant freedom, and now freedom is deciding between laundry or crying in the Target parking lot while eating fries like they’re antidepressants.
Sometimes I think about how 9-year-old me thought being an adult meant freedom, and now freedom is deciding between laundry or crying in the Target parking lot while eating fries like they’re antidepressants.
💯💯as a child I never laid in bed at night wondering what fresh hell would be waiting for me in the morning…🤪👻👹
You are lucky then...
...but I get it 😉🫶
Well except for my mother being a raging alcoholic and growing up in ER’s and constant bullying💁♀️💯forgot about those parts of my childhood☠️🤷♀️but adulthood has been soooo much worse!👏🤪🥂
I hear ya sister!
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Are you so sure they are not?
I am not sure if I have ever related to a post this much!🤣🍟
choose fries always
Yep! All I really wanted was no curfew and my own phone. Not (waves arm) all this!