The first month of the year's done and over with. I still don't feel any older than I did on my birthday... Nineteen is so young but at the sametime supposed to be so adult... I dunno. I don't feel much like an adult.
Even though I don't feel like an adult, I always think I'm older than I actually am. I always think I can give in to temptation, drink all my feelings away, and let stress wash away through irresponsible actions. It's childish, but it's something adults sometimes do.
So maybe age doesn't really dictate how intelligent or rational you are. An adult who drinks away sorrow is just as childish as an elementary schooler who locks himself in his room.
I realized that everyone in the apartment has a hobby- Juuni cleans and draws, Lyreen takes interest in photography, and David is/was a manga junkie. I'm probably the only one without a favourite pastime or artistic talent. I dunno. Should that make me feel bad, because I never devoted any extra time to anything other than rights and gambling in the hopes that I can earn myself a little extra rainy day money?
Speaking of which, my savings money's been getting a tiny bit emptier by the day... It's a little suspicious, but I don't know... Not too many people know what I do on the streets.
I'm like that loner emo kid of the 'family.'
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