24.6.11
lately i turned 21. There comes a point in your life, when you’re officially an adult. Suddenly, you’re old enough to vote, drink and engage in other adult activities. Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious, a grown-up. We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up?
Remember when we were little, and we would accidentally bite a kid on the playground? Our teachers would go "Say you're sorry." And we would say it, but we wouldn't mean it. Because the stupid kid we bit, totally deserved it. But, as we get older, making amends isn't so simple. After the playground days are over, you can't just say it. You have to mean it. Of course, when you become a nurse, sorry is not a happy word. It either means you're dying and I can't help. Or, it means this is really gonna hurt.it's hard growing up. very hard.i wish life isn't all about pleasing. i wish life was much more care-free beyond the sunny hoooorriiiizzzzzonnnnn
it's also a beginning... of something incredible. Something new. Something unpredictable. Something true. Something worth loving. Something worth missing. Something that will change your life... forever.
Nadiah,19. I'm a professional butt cleaner. I personally feel that time is passing too fast. There’s too many to do, too many to encounter. So I’ll take too many pictures, laugh too much and love like I’ve never been hurt.
24.6.11
lately i turned 21. There comes a point in your life, when you’re officially an adult. Suddenly, you’re old enough to vote, drink and engage in other adult activities. Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious, a grown-up. We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up?
Remember when we were little, and we would accidentally bite a kid on the playground? Our teachers would go "Say you're sorry." And we would say it, but we wouldn't mean it. Because the stupid kid we bit, totally deserved it. But, as we get older, making amends isn't so simple. After the playground days are over, you can't just say it. You have to mean it. Of course, when you become a nurse, sorry is not a happy word. It either means you're dying and I can't help. Or, it means this is really gonna hurt.it's hard growing up. very hard.i wish life isn't all about pleasing. i wish life was much more care-free beyond the sunny hoooorriiiizzzzzonnnnn
it's also a beginning... of something incredible. Something new. Something unpredictable. Something true. Something worth loving. Something worth missing. Something that will change your life... forever.
