Growing up.

When we were little kids, we'd die to grow up. To do things older people can do. To enter the university, to start working and earn our own money. We thought growing up is such an interesting phase of life. Now that we're at it, we would do anything and give everything to go back to that time.

I read a quote saying "Growing old is a must, growing up is a choice." I used to think it's true. I am growing old but growing up? Bitch please. Haha. That's what the old me would say. I don't see the need of growing up despite the fact that you're growing old.

Up until one point in life when you have no other choice but to grow up, no matter how reluctant you are, no matter how much you hate it. And unfortunately, I am at that point.

A few days ago, I cried. For a reason that, even if kids hear it, they'd laugh. I cried because all my family members gathered to have dinner together. Everyone was there but me. It hurts me more than I could ever thought. Being the youngest in the family, I hardly missed any events like that. I had always been at home, I was there for every occasions, for every vacations.

Speaking of vacation, they're all leaving to Bangkok this Friday for a few days holiday. Again, I can't join. I'm having my final exams right now. God knows how much it hurts. And no. I don't tell my family about it. It would sound unbelievably stupid.

There's only one solution to all these; GROW UP.