When I was small, I had a desk. It was weird because I wrote on it, “when I grow up, I want to be a singer.” I like, scribed it in, and it’s still on the desk!
ok so today i found out that the cute boy at my work knows who i am and also knew where i went to school (because on black friday, there was a lady I was checking out that was in front of me) and her daughters went to the same school as I did and I guess he over heard and he remembered, he also over heard me and my friends talking about my car and he told my co worker that I had a nice car today. he also asked how old I was on Black Friday when I was checking him out and the next day when he came around my register he was like “so you’re eighteen?” uggghhhhh what does this mean
I think the scariest thing about growing up is watching as everyone’s dreams and aspirations are put to the side in favor of reality