the weekend flew by
I just can't believe the weekend is over already; I swear I missed it. What scares me is that the older I get, the afster time seems to move. I cannot even IMAGINE how fast it moves for my parents and my grandparents. My grandmother cries all the time, saying how she doesn't remember how she got to be so old so fast. I never want to be like that. Maybe I have the peter pan syndrome, but I just do not want to grow old. "Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up"~ The Ataris. I just feel like time is running out, strange as that seems. Does anyone else feel their lives speeding by them, powerless to stop it? And why is it that boring, or horrible days go so sloooooooow? A wise man (Billy Corgan of the smashing pumpkins) once sang "Youth is wasted on the young". Agreed?