I don't want to grow up.

Just 5 days left for me to turn 21, and I'm still recovering from the thought of the same.
21. Dude. What? Am I considered a grown up now? Next year I will graduate college, and all the fun will be over?
Frankly, I've never faced a pinch of responsibility through these 21 effing years, and now all of a sudden I've all these kind of worries about getting a job, making a future.
Is this how life goes on or is it just me?
No, I don't want to grow up. I would never like that.
I've never liked taking responsibility or doing my own work.
I don't want to grow because I like being pampered. Like a baby. I'm highly dependent on the people around me. And I like it this way.
I don't want to grow up.
I want to play.
Hide and seek and 'unch neech ka paapdaa.'
I want to sit on my dad's shoulders and travel around the world.
I want my mum to spoon feed me, like she used to.(she still does sometimes, cause I louve it :p)
I want to cry because of the broken crayons and stolen lollipops, not because of the pressure and the tension and my silly broken heart.
I want to sit and watch pokemon (which I still do) on the old cartoon network and make my mum watch powerpuff girls at 2.30.
I want those golden days back.
I just don't want to grow up.
I don't like adults. They think too much. About everything. For once, I don't want to think. About anything. I just want to live, like a little child.
But those days are overrrr.
And I'm here, writing.
I haven't even done the things I wanted to do by 21. Yes, I have a list (-.-)
I wish I had a time machine, would go back then.
But, sigh.

Tbc.