Naive

Last night I got thinking..

I want to be 13 again.
Being naive meant I had to worry less.
Exams didn't mean anything,
money was something so trivial,
feelings were as insignificant as 'the future'.
There was no pressure to succeed nor was there any 'planning'.

I didn't have to worry about how my progress would affect the rest of my life ~

But now, I'm sitting here in second year uni and I slept in through my first lecture.
I'm not averaging well as a student, just a pass; I don't have a job and nor do I believe in the concept of 'feelings'. And of course, I still spend most of my time playing games.

I guess I'm holding on to my last bit of 13.