Life

So, being a grown-up isn't all that it is cracked up to be. It is hard calling myself an adult, because I truly don't see myself as one. I feel like a child who has more freedom to roam, but still looks for guidance from others. Only, that guidance doesn't really exist anymore. Sure, there are people who I confide in and they give me their opinion, but Andy and I are the ones that need to make the final decision. Sometimes it just stinks. I know, welcome to being an adult. Um, 27 doesn't constitute being an adult, right?