I refuse to grow up. That simple.
I like my room looking like a toy store. I’ll never get tired of legos and Toys R Us.
I don’t want to face the world without the comfort of my parents.
I want a job, but my boss or rude people always make me cry.
Dating and relationships are too intimidating.
The thought of taking care of myself alone is too frightening.
I want to be a adult but I’m not wise enough nor brave enough.
Maybe if my parents want me to learn how to swim, they better throw me in the pool. Otherwise, I fear I may never take the leap to be on my own. If anyone reading this has any advice, please feel free to share it.