All Grown Up
The day I received my first paycheck I was ecstatic.
That is until I slowly realized, that getting paid is not what it was advertised to be.
Shortly after being awarded money for my work, my bills took it all.
I was left with chump change for basic needs like food.
I went home starving after a long day, expecting a hot meal on the dinner table.
Then I realized that I live alone.
I prepare my meals, I have to go get my groceries and cook all on my own?!
What was this?
A grown up trap? I don't want to be a grown up anymore.
I don't want to work for free
or
depend on myself
I want to go back to the rent free days, hot meals on the dinner table afterschool, and summer nights hanging out with friends.
I am not a kid anymore
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