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Anyone else here peak at like nine?
I feel like the second I hit puberty, I turned into a lousy sack of shit, and I've only gotten worse as time goes on.
I know adulthood isn't meant to be fun, and for most people it isn't, but somehow that doesn't help me stop hating it.
When I was a kid, I did not give one fuck what anyone thought of me, it didn't even occur to me to.
I used to wear a pink party city wig to school sometimes.
I wore a pair of metallic silver high heel sneakers every single day one year.
I can remember one time a little boy came up to me and tried to make fun of me, and I straight up told him, "You only act mean to other people because your mom doesn't love you."
What the fuck happened to that savage little bitch, you know?
Why do I have to care about social norms and guys and taxes and shit?
Anyone else wish they could not go back in time, but just be as fearless and weird as they were like right before they hit puberty?
Gather round kids, tell your favorite childhood stories, please.
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