Sometimes I hate being a Grown-Up.
Sure it has its perks, like I’m in charge of my life, which is awesome. But at the same time, I’M IN CHARGE OF MY LIFE. Not only that, but I’m also in charge of the lives of C, K, and M (to a lesser extent, since he is also a Grown-Up). Not a huge family by any means, but still. Everything I say or do influences them all in some way. One mistake and I can royally screw everything up.
No pressure or anything.
Seriously. Being a Grown-Up Sucks.
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