Another birthday. 

Another year older.

And still I get over excited about TV shows, books and bands that I love. I still watch cartoons and make up cartoon characters. It sometimes feels like my body may get older, my brain refuses to. 

And i don’t think that is as bad a thing as it may seem. One of the worst things about growing up, is that people around you seem bored with life. The sense of fun they had as a child, to make everything a game. Where cracks seemed to be papered over so easily, and any issues were forgotten within a few days. 

So maybe being a childish adult isn’t too bad?