Growing Up

Ah, the last day of being 18. Should probably have enjoyed myself, get wild on this day, but there're just so many things awaiting. Stacks of notes, miserably. I wouldn't mind if it's stacks of Conan comics awaiting though. =.=

Wish I could go to Neverland like PeterPan. But then again, he needs to give up his parents, the people he loves. So, nothin' comes easy. Guess I'mma crapping here, but it's just something that I feel like shouting out.

Couldn't get why am I so afraid of growing up though. Probably the commitment and responsibility and maturity and courtesy and charisma that it takes to be an adult? Dunno.


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OK, should go back to reality and practise for Clinical Examination tomorrow now. LUCKS!


The-18-year-old-ever-oh-so-young me.