I had a pretty miserable childhood, so I actually weirdly like being an adult. Don’t get me wrong, I’m frequently miserable now, and often drowning under chronic stress that my childhood self couldn’t have even conceived. At least I’m living a life that’s my own now though. It’s amazing what a bit of agency can do to help you cope.

And even though that stress is often borne of things beyond my control, as an adult, I have the opportunity to find other people who are suffering under the same or similar systemic oppressions as I am. Sometimes this can lead to being able to make some small, concrete changes with the system, but most of the time, it just makes me feel less alone. I was a very lonely child, and one of the things that allowed me to break out of that was the freedom of adulthood.

Most adults are just kids with more responsibilities.

It hurts, kid.

Like, it really, seriously fucking hurts.

Here’s everything you need to know about being grown up: Nobody cares, and you’re on your own.

If you’re a kid and eat a trash diet, skip school, don’t take your medicines… someone will care. As an adult you could literally go outside in your underwear in the rain right now and eat mud and no one will stop you. As long as you’re not hurting other people or breaking their things, no one cares. As an adult no one cares if you eat cake for 3 meals a day, spend all your money on Funkopops and refuse to ever shower or get a job…and as much as kids might think this is a good thing, it actually really sucks.

I have money and stuff and I’m where I always wanted to be kinda, but everything hurts. And I could just sleep.