Today is my last day as a 20-year-old.
Being 20, I've done a lot of regretful things, but I don't regret any of them. There's no use regretting. Crying over spilled milk won't pour it back to your glass like it was--you know, without all the dirt and what not.
For example, I tried to befriend dad but I didn't muster enough courage to actually do it, so I failed. No, I didn't fail 'cause I didn't actually try. Nevertheless, I don't regret it. The right time will come and it'll go smoothly.
Again, being 20, I've done a lot of things I'm happy about. Go figure. I love life. It'll get better. It always does.
Oh my! I'm still in Cebu. What am I doing here? I don't want to be here tomorrow.
