We were all such intense people. Now what the hell are we? What the hell are we doing?

Someone else's words; They rang true for me:

One thing is, I never especially wanted to grow up. It's strange that I grew up in spite of that, for some reason. To me. More generally, I felt like I could push all the bad things further into the future, forever, and never catch up to them.

Now I feel like it's all bearing down on me.

This is childish, but I just want to go back, please.