wow, i'm 20 , i'm getting old , huh? This year, exactly different from another last years, there’s no birthday tart, no party, no confetti, a mess cupboard, or trapped on a flag pole. Bye teenager, i am a young lady now, hha, i laugh my self, is that true? How dare you to say that you’ve been mature now?
Another last year was a very contemplative year; it’s filled by confusedness, hubbub, and worries. If you asked me what I want this year, I want to get the answer for those 3 things that I mentioned before and turn into a doubtless year, a year that full with certainness. That my wish, my only wish.
Bee, my birthday raining morning 06.00