I feel like jumping around and up and down and tackling and tickling people.
I don't want to be responsible and serious and calm and composed. I want to be crazy and silly and slap happy and experience true hilarity.
I feel like being 5 and doing cartwheels everywhere that I want to go and I don't know if its the nice weather or if I've finally snapped or my inner child is tired of being forced to be a young adult.
I'm also very tired and sleepy and maybe that's why I don't make any sense.
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