we're almost adults. how did that happen? and how do we make it stop?

sure, i don't want people yelling at me, and making me do things i don't want to.

sure, i hate the fact that I'm not allowed to be back home as late as anybody else.

sure, i hate that i can never say, "end of discussion."

sure, i want to live alone, travel the world, and drink my own hot butter rum at a bar after a really bad day at work without my dad giving me the stink eye.

sure, i'd love to make my own money, and raid an entire store for a fabulous wardrobe.

sure, i'd love to drive my own car, without my parents calling every minute to find out where i am.

but how am i going to be innocent and expect people to believe me?

do i really want to cook for me? we could just order food.

do i not want to be fussed over?

do i not want people making sure everything in my life is alright? would i be careful with any responsibility that would be given to me?

will i possibly handle it on those oh-so-broad shoulders? absolutely not.

we're almost adults. when did that happen? how do we make it stop?