I am a grown-up these days.
I sort of took a step backward when I moved in with the g-rents, though. I went from running my own household, to having someone else buy me food and do my laundry. I am, however, pretty happy with where I am mentally.
Sure, I still love Disney and I need my mom a little more than I care to admit.
But I feel like I have succesfully made my way into adulthood.
When it comes to love, however, I am about as mature as a 13-year-old girl. When I have a crush, it is true love. I am constantly seconds away from scrawling Mrs. Briana [CENSORED] on the front of my notebook. I giggle. A lot.
Which I why I am so proud to say that I have made a rational, logical, very grown-up decision when it comes to a certain boy who has plagued my heart for quite some time.
It took me many hours and many tears, but I decided something with my head.
And not my heart.
It feels good to be a big kid.