These days went by quick, far too quick. It's so weird because it's so close, though all in a daze. I didn't set out to feel this way, I didn't want complexity. Rather, I couldn't afford them. Trivial, in comparison. How would such thoughts be harboured! Are you awake now?

Anyways, I'm 24 now. Looks like my age is also subjective. Apparently, Jason's (Happy B'day!) friend, Marcus thought I'm the elder sister of Jeremy. Like, excuse me?! Uh, I probably did mention this to everyone who had a problem believing I'm only 17- My aunt's ex thought that I was 27 when I was like TWELVE? So being 24 at 17 isn't half as bad. I'm starting to really look forward being 18 next year. That's at least a notch up the restriction- more believable seemingly.

I've been reading lately and maybe a lil' too much, so much so that Wel and Mom's been down at my throat for not packing for Lijiang instead. Suddenly, there's a knot in the stomach and somewhere, at the back of my mind, says that maybe staying is the best idea. Or is it not an option?