As the clock struck 12, i realize that im 21 of age. A supposedly turn of time where i am considered as an adult and with the 'green light' to do many other things that only adults can do
Yet really i didnt fully feel much different from being 20 or even 19 and etc. I felt the same. The same kind of guy that is still mainly immature, not able to have clear reasoning, a failed courtship and a lack of purpose. However my birthday turned to be extraordinary
Firstly, i will always remember 8 March as the day Ling, my Vietnamese neighbor left for Vietnam for good. I will really miss her alot as she brought joy and laughter in my life
Secondly, problems with the limousine ride and really a sour end to the ride with all the fights and arguments.
Thirdly, i am ALIVE! i wanna thank God for he saved me from a certain incident and really make me appreciate my life
Recently my last birthday celebration was late but a huge surprise and i did enjoy it. However i know i cant face it anymore . I just cannot!!!!!! Life kinda sucks as really it hurts so much more and really i just wanna leave Moscow.
As far as i know the light of the tunnel is diminishing slowly. Hope is fading, the leaves are flying, the tree so barren and the chillness of the night sums up my current state of affairs right here in Moscow