Troubles of a not-so-grown up

I've said today, in a foul mood that I'm tired of talking about, thinking and doing only serious things and that I'd like to sleep late, get drunk and fall in love. It's not entirely true. I don't want to do things that I've done a gazillion times, that have lead to nothing. I'm too old for that (laughs). I might even be too old for sleeping too late. But I'm never too old to fall in love.

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