Adulthood kills me

5 years old,1995 --- 
Mak, when can I go to school?? Mak, boring la duk rumah…

12 years old,2002--- 
I cant wait to wear those light blue kain!! Mak can I throw this white shoes, Im not going to wear it no more.

13-17 years old, 2003-2007---
 I wonder how amazing life would be to be in College? No more uniforms and say Bienvenue to freedom!! 

21 years old,2011
--- LIFE IS GREAT! adult officially!! I could do anything I want to.  Its finally here..

So, here comes the content: Adulthood kills me…

Recently on Facebook profile : 

 "Being an adult is so much fun when you are legal in most stuffs you cant do when you're minor but when it comes to problems, they are serious shits that you have to face, no more "im gonna tell my mum!".. :|"

          YES, I,the eager and patient less creature ever made by God. I always desire more than I should earn at one time. I've been manufactured with an extra dose of greedy. My wish to become a fully grown up woman was overwhelmed since I was young. My eyes are wandered to find images that could matches me. I had been sculptured by the characters mostly I observed; I mixed them up, creating a new version of human being.

       Sometimes being a young adult, there are so many things that I cant handle. OF COURSE,I love paying my own bills, living in my own rented apartment, purchasing stuffs I love with my money though Im not yet earn it by getting my ass to work.

   Handling LIFE theoretically its easy.. ONLY when everybody around us done their parts. Adults like messing around with young adults like me. They take us lightly, they make us miserable; they are bully. And I, I am terrifically inexperienced, I am anxious trying new stuffs, I am afraid of been judged, highly incompetence and perfectly vulnerable to be stepped on.

          Well perhaps this is the idea of being an adult. You're capable of doing anything better than the other age groups. You have this feeling of contentment and proud to be the dominance. The need to make one suffer the way you suffered. The pleasure to be viewing one's agony; sadist! Maybe I have to succumb to this rule of the universe, its a cycle, its going round and round. I might be doing the same thing later in life. Lets hope not..