I hate writing about myself. Especially if I need to invoke emotion and feelings. It’s not that I’m an emotionless husk of a person, I find it hard to convey a response that makes me feel vulnerable and weak. I don’t recall having one big event that changed my life, it’s tiny little increments that help shape me. But the challenge right now is responsibility. All the time, I get questioned “What are you going to do with you’re life”? My response would almost always be “I don’t know”.  Sometimes I mix it up and say “I’m not sure”. Honestly, I never wanted to answer it because part of me wants to stay a kid. Where I don’t have to face reality and I can screw around all I want. An endless playground with not a care in the world. But it’s not that simple anymore. Growing up isn’t easy and taking an active role to transition into an adult is hard as hell. Not goin’ to lie, I wish I can still pretend to pilot a giant robot or be the giant robot. Either or, that would be freaking sweet.