And it's true, I did grow up fast. Emotionally, anyway. I didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
The thing is, I think I'm trying to make up for that now. It's pretty bad timing.
I had Thrice in my head this morning. Sometimes that happens. I wake up with a song in my head and have no idea where it came from.
I like to think that my dreams invite all of my favorite musicians to come play for me in my sleep. And I wake up with only a sleepy recollection.
Getting out of bed this week has been nearly impossible. I feel this unshakable urge to hide.
But that isn't an option because I'm a grown up. Not sure exactly when that happened, but how do I make it stop?