At this moment, I can’t quite exactly tell what it is I feel.
Nostalgia? Regret? Sadness? Fear?
My one and only final this semester will occur in a week from now and that will mark the end of my 16 years of schooling (Still have to wait for the release of exam results – fingers crossed – and attend commencement).
Suddenly, I am torn between not wanting to leave but at the same time I just really want to get very far away from everything right now.
Things only happen “once in a lifetime” and it feels so indescribable to have experienced four years just like that.
I really did not expect any of it to happen. From twelve to sixteen to eighteen to twenty-three, these key ages that marked the transition to new life stages. It feels so strange.
What would I not give to go back to the time when I was eighteen and make a few changes?
I can’t.
What am I going to do now so that I don’t have the same regrets in future?
I don’t really quite know yet.
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