Sometimes… I like to pretend I’m still juvenile. I take my mattress into my living room and build a little den and watch tv, thinking I’m pretty cool because I have my own private house. I once even fell asleep in the living room in my fort-tent but there was no mom there to tell me to go to bed. I sometimes get chocolate milk to drink and get grossed out by boys. I giggle at inappropriate words and like to see how many pieces of popcorn I can get into my mouth in one go. Sometimes I decide that doing a jigsaw puzzle is more important than organising my online banking and i make random shadow puppets with my hands against the wall. These are good days.
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