you have thought all of your life how it would be to grow up. and when you’re no longer young enough. you remember the days when you’re like, “mom, dad, check this out!” and they try to pretend and make you believe they like it too. and you try it again these days and their response is different. like you know, the more realistic-i don’t have time for those-kindah responses. but you wish deep inside that they check it out too, but they won’t. and it upsets you somehow. :/ srsly it’s peculiar of me to think this way. aksjdadka i don’t understand myself now. gaaah.