The day I was 20..
I dont know why I feel really nervous as day passes closer to my birthday. I am 20 now, I will be 21.
As day passes one another, it seems like I am expecting something... and something that so great to feel but it could or might, faded just like that.
I only wishes, to be happy. To feel I am fine. At least, smile sincerly on the day I turn 21.