I realize that I have been acting bratty.
I want stuff, but I haven’t worked for it.
I want life to be easier, but that is childish wishing.
I have been acting entitled… and I know it.
Here’s my reasoning: I am supposed to be dead.
It’s not fair that I have to stay here for another 30 years!
My inner child is pissed.
It’s like showing me a secret garden and then locking the gate right in front of me. “It’ll be here when you’re older.”
I don’t want it when I’m older; I want it now! Gimme the key NOW!
~ I think I’ll categorize this post under “Grief”.