17 years, 9 months, and 15 days.

It's hard to believe that it's already March when I've spent two months resting and mostly sitting at home. With the SPM results coming out soon, now I have to really think about my future, decide what I want to do and where I want to go. It's definitely not easy. Not for me anyway. 

Last night, my parents lectured me about being independent, taking initiative and all that. I wasn't really in the mood for it for all I wanted to do was sleep. I understand what they're trying to say. I can do better, but you can't blame everything on me. Where were you when I needed someone to advice me? Where were you when I was stressing out about my exams and future? You had seventeen years to tell me about the whole process of getting into a good university, but you're now asking me to do my own research. 

All I'm saying is I'm just not ready to be 18 yet. I hope I'll learn in time.