I don't really know who I am anymore.
Peter Pan fell in love and realized he had to leave Neverland to make it work.
Even Peter Pan had to grow up.
I’m so done with talking on the phone. Speaking to my insurance company. Speaking to the police. Speaking to my bank. Speaking to hire car places.
I’m so done with looking at new cars to buy in general.
I’m so done with how stressful this past week has been.
Da fuk did I do to deserve this.
My life sux. Legit.