I am so grown up.

Somewhere along the line it happened. I've become an adult. I'm worrying about my stolen car, getting a rental, and making sheppard's pie on a rainy sunday afternoon. I made enough for 2 meals and froze one of them. This was the first time i've ever cooked for myself. Ever. At first it felt a little sad, but then i was like "fuck it, this isn't sad, lot's of people eat alone and now i am one of them" And then i was impressed with myself, happy that i'd finally taken this step to independence and becoming my own woman, and then i thought "dude it's only sheppards pie, don't be so dramatic".