25!

As I grow older time seem to pass bu really fast. I have very few memory about my childhood left. Some of my friend already got married. My little brother is getting into priesthood, which is part of growing up in Thailand. My mom even talk about her friends' sons very often. I feel old instead of grown up. I feel like I'm not ready for all these.

I wish, I could travel anywhere I wanted to, anytime I wanted to. But I couldn't.

I wish I could look my best, in the best shape as I could ever be. And I'm trying.

I wish I met a guy I love and he love me back. But that's not happened.

I wish I have a small house, where I could decorate it my own style. But I live in a small apartment at the back of hospital. And I move a lot.

I wish for a beautiful life I dreamed of.