

It's funny: when you're little, you believe you can become whatever you want. Your dreams know no boundaries. You believe in magic, you believe in fairy tales and fabulous possibilities. But as soon as you grow up, this childhood faith dissipates like smoke, and along with it you begin to see the realities of life in front of you and realize with horror that you cannot fulfill all your dreams😪. And then you become more modest, ask for less from life, or stop dreaming altogether. Maybe that's why I don't want to grow up - I want to remain just as mischievous and crazy, your little girl🥰