Day 7

I don’t like being an adult. I’m surprised I don’t have a frown etched on my face permanently. I don’t like having this responsibility thrust in my hands. I know I’m being unreasonable but I can’t help feeling this way. Somehow these situations are so unnatural and yet I’m forced to deal with them. Yet we still manage to move on and do it all over again the next day. But right now I want to throw a hissy fit and say that life is unfair. I feel angry at myself for feeling this way. Agh! I’m frustrated with the situation and frustrated at myself.

End of Wendy-verse report.