I am feeling very young today. Like I am Jennifer Garner in that rubbish movie 13 Going On 30. It’s like I woke up and wondered, whose is this flat I am sleeping in? Whose are these work clothes? Are these people really emailing me? Who are these grown up friends who are calling me? Why are people relying on me to do something? Where did all these responsibilities come from?
When will I wake up and be back in my bedroom at home playing Sylvanian Families with Jen?
“Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.” – Margaret Atwood