Progression With Struggle Brings Bitterness...

I'm not a child anymore. I'm growing into an adult. Everyday is another headache, another tear, another struggle, another reason not to wake up the next day. I never know what to expect from day to day and I'm not really sure where I'm headed right now. I'm jaded, scorned, fed the fuck up and ready to just throw my hands up and run away. But that's what children do isn't it? And I'm supposed to be an adult. I'm supposed to grab every problem and attack it with so much vigor that I overpower it. Right?