Y’know, I am getting really tired of looking like a teenager. I’m sick of people asking me what school I go to, and when I tell them I’ve already graduated, have them ask well, which high school did you graduate from? I hate being out with Hanna and feeling all the dirty looks people are giving me because they think I’m an escapee from a home for unwed mothers. I had a woman on the bus this morning get right in my face and try to give me a talking to, because it’s ok to yell at teenagers for making the bus crowded. I’m going to be 30 this year. I’m ready for the world to start treating me like an adult.