I hear kids complaining and whining all the time about nothing and I always resent them. I'm just sitting here, doleful and world-weary in my bedroom alone, if I was a child and I felt like I do now, I would be crying like someone was trying to gut me with a butcher's knife and running to my mum for comfort, she would show concern and embrace me, I would be cheered up, I would be surrounded by those who care, but as an adult, I just sit here alone, stony-faced, knowing I am going to go to work in 5 hours to be rushed and pushed and jerked around, and if I say a word about how I feel, I will get, at best, a shrug.
Being a grown up sucks.
Being a grown up sucks.