...is feeling depressed and blah.
I know what it means to be a responsible adult. I know that it is not something we really have a choice about being if we want to be more than some sluggard thrust upon our friends and family until even they wash their hands of us.
Still. I cannot help wishing and dreaming and truly, deeply regretting that I cannot spend my life, this one life, as I please. (Though, I suppose that truly I could and I just don't, that I could give the world and my friends and family and responsibilities the galactic middle finger, and that I choose not to do so, for reasons most could probably understand).
I don't know. I just know that sometimes, I find myself wanting to scream. Or perhaps, just walk away.