It's scary to read old diary entries, not so much because of all those heartbreak I've written there, but more because how immature I was, and not realising that I was immature. I know, I was young back then and all. But some of the things I've written not so long ago still sound immature. I'm not too sure whether I've just grown in these time, or I'm still very immature and not realising it until I stand back to see it objectively.
To tell the truth sometimes I'm very scared that I think I'm not growing up. I don't know how to handle most things and that scares me. Honestly sometimes I wonder how this whole life thing works. Maybe I'm still young. Still, I'm supposed to be an adult now. It's not like I'm still in high school.
Anyway, immature or not, there's still research to be done. I better be off...
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