My final hours as a seventeen year old, childish, immature girl….

I have to say that being 17 is definitely one of the best years of my life, in JC, along with 16. It has been a great year, a fantastic one, to say the least. I made so much more friends, and got closer with those I already have, found myself an idol, cleared up some stuff, got over stuff, and emerging stronger than before.

But still, I’m not looking forward to what happens in 2 hours.

Being 18…means having to shoulder more responsibilities, more burden. I can look at it in an optimistic point of view, but I still want to retain the child side of me. Because…once we grow up, we seem to hide everything within our souls, swallowing everything in, until we cannot take it anymore, and vomit it all out, breaking down.

Where did the child part of us go, all these years, one by one? They disappear, dissipate into the air, gone, with the wind?

Because I can handle more emotions, doesn’t mean I want to.

Happy early birthday to myself, because I don’t know if I can take it, when I turn 18 in 2 hours.