So my whole life (since puberty that is) I’ve bitched and moaned about wanting to be older- just a bit f****** older. I started smoking cigarettes around 12 so I was definitely crying to be at least 18, to buy my own squares. Now I’m here and I f****** hate it. Old guys will hit on me like nothing- and don’t get me wrong I’ve only dated older guys- like 4, 5, 6, but now it 30-40 year old men that should be hitting on my oldest sister at most (and even that would be f****** frowned on.) And I need a bloody job because I can’t rely on my parents and I’m just not ready. I want to go back.

This f****** blows.