When I was in Grade 7, I’d had a discussion with my friend about growing up. We wanted to grow up because we wanted to do ‘cool grownup things’ like driving wherever we wanted to and dyeing our colour atrocious colours without our parents’ consent. I regret ever wanting to grow up. I really wish I could be twelve all over again. Or five.
AAAAAAAAA DEADLINES. I SHALL MEET YOU ALL. YOU CANNOT SCARE MEEEEE.