I hate thinking about how it all was before the world became too big to process. How the days felt so long, and how every time I'd get off the bus, my hair would be so tangled, that wood chips made their way in. How life was nothing more than putting away dishes and doing homework and sleeping at the bottom of a bunk bed. I can't bear knowing that life is so much more than that now. I do not feel like an adult, but merely a child that has been tamed.