About growing up and getting old. I’ve decided not to take any part in it. Last night at 2am I was hopping in water fountains with one of my best friends. Getting yelled at by the security to get out and laughing endlessly at them. It was possibly one of my happier moments in life. At twenty-one years old some might find this a little bit immature. I on the other hand have decided, it’s not death I am afraid of. It’s growing up and no longer being capable of doing the crazy out of control things I find myself doing now. Fuck that, society portrait of what adults should and shouldn’t do is entirely distorted by what you read in magazines and see on the television set. Meet you in the fountain in sixty years, I’ll be the crazy old lady floating around. ;)
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