"Sixteen is the same as fifteen. Just one year older" - Ryan
Is that how it feels? I guess he is right. But I don't want it to be like fifteen. I want it to be better, nicer. Happier. :)
Everyone makes a big deal out of the big word "sweet sixteen". I wonder why. Why sixteen? Of all ages?
It's my last year of high school and I might as well get a good one, at sixteen, yes?
But that doesn't make me any more excited for school, because I am not. At all. Funny. Coming from a girl who counted down the days to the day of uniform and homework and teachers. I miss my friends, but not what comes with the package.
And airplanes scare me... In one day, a few friends are in a plane flying back to Malaysia, back home. And they have made it here safe and sound. For that, thank You... For having your hands upon them. I don't know what's going on... But whatever it is, I pray that nothing of such happens... Again. People were coming back for Raya! To unite with their family... Some only because the route was more convenient than the alternative. Others because their parents told them so, to board the plane and anticipate a lovely summer vacation... Why? Why them? Why must it be those innocent souls who had a reason to live?
Somewhere, their families should be wondering this too - why?
This saddens me too.
"I close my eyes and pray..."
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