for these few days ive been trying my best to be happy. i had a conversation with antsy today in the canteen, with little bits of them lost in the midst of an irritatingly noisy canteen.

like seriously, we're eighteen. okay actually we're not eighteen, syahidah IS eighteen (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!), we're seventeen. but still, what difference does one year make? sometimes i wish im a little more optimistic, just a little will do.
im growing old too fast, old not up.