Today is my last day of being 15 years young. Yea. I actually don't know if that is a good thing or... not. A part of me holds back for the past, digging for the memorable things I have done. For the past couple of weeks, I fear growing up.Thinking about it: Growing up means, more responsibility. This also leads to the question: "What to study or what to do with my life?" I cannot picture myself working -The worst part of all.
But nevertheless, all the memories will be with me. Forever. Love life.
But nevertheless, all the memories will be with me. Forever. Love life.
