I mean, how many 21 years would I have, maybe another 3 more 21 years if I am lucky enough.
In fact, it feels dreadful. I dread seeing time approaches end of the year and here comes new year and the cycle repeats and another digit is added on me.
Somehow, my life felt like its lacked of something, I can't exactly pin point whats that, but I somehow felt that its incomplete.
and I guess what I wished a year ago is somehow most likely will not come true. =/
