Sometimes I really, really hate being a grownup. Actually, no, it's all the time. I try to avoid it at all costs - eating breakfast for dinner, embracing complete irresponsibility with my finances, avoiding commitment to anything adult like a lease, a car, vitamins, skipping countries like it's no big thing.
I like midnight swims, bed nests, dresses, dancing until my feet hurt and not being beholden to anyone or anything. I like bows, spending my rent money on $700 impractical shoes and not having to explain myself, bicycles, staying up all night reading, or rolling in at 5am (and not having to explain myself), road trips, gelato, movies in bed. I like surprises and glitter and art galleries and frills. I like owning 17 kinds of perfume and no toaster. I like pretty things and silly things, not sensible ones. Numbers make me nervous, but I'm excellent at deadlines.
I hope it never changes. I'm almost 25, although I don't look it, I don't think. When does it become bad and careless to be so, um, 'carefree'?