A simple question come to me, I just need to answer it easily but I kinda over think it. It become a mess in my head then down into my heart. On the second thought, am I ready?
Mentally not.
Deep down here, I'm still a kid, that little girl who cries easily and always need someone to stand. Until the senior year in high school my friends always treat me as I'm the youngest, the baby, and I like it. But now, I'm graduated, soon will be college student, my parents told me to do anything by myself. It's okay anyway but somewhere deep inside, I didn't want to.
I cried in the end.
Why we must grow up? WHY I must grow up?
I didn't want to.
Please, peter pan, please, just take me to Neverland like RIGHT NOW!
Fly me away to the place where I always living young and do things that I want.
Great adventure, bungee jumping from the highest place in the world, swimming with whale, dancing in the middle of flowers field, meeting my destiny my fate, etc.
But hey, when I come back to sense, life is hard.
