From this 11 January to the next two weeks, I'm sure, I'll be sorrounded by books, a lot of papers, white papers, copies papers, lecture notes, last year exams papers, last-last year exams papers, bloody sure, those are enough to make a great mess in my room.
Guess what, I haven't study a lot, I don't feel the soul of this exams, not because I think that'll be easy to go through (that'll be difficult time for sure) but because by passing this exams, there is another step to get me closer to the real world, to start a life.
To build a life.
I can't rip this thought off. And, everytime I think about this, everytime I wish I were in my childhood again. I remember what Ellis Grey said,
"it's a shame, it's awful being a grown-up"
I hate to admit that I'm afraid of it. This kind of leap has caused a horrible nighmare in my nights. But life must go on, doesn't it? The clock still ticking, isn't it? And they won't stop just for waiting me.
And I won't surrender.
"But the carousel never stops turning, You can't get off"
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