Peter Pan smacked into the window. I have killed him

I used to (or still do) have this obsession with not wanting to grow up. I forever wanted to be a kid - which is why i don't drink coffee even. We called this my "peter pan thing".

BUT I JUST KILLED HIM.

I FORGOT TO LEAVE THE WINDOW OPEN. HE SMACKED INTO IT AND DROPPED TO THE GROUND, FLATTENED. THE MAGIC PRESSED OUT OF HIM

And just then it all hit me: I miss school, seeing everybody , lounging aroudn on the grass. Being told off by Mr Dennis (who really didn't care) for bludging in study hall, falling asleep in english instead of watching King Lear.

Instead, i am working full-time for an insane woman who now claims me as her daughter, just got my P's license, my credit card, my medicare card, online net banking, and on my days off i hang fucking washing on the line.

First star on the right and follow it til morning. I've lost sight of Neverneverland.