“cz when you’re fifteen, somebody tells you they love you, and you gonna believe them.”
Fifteen is my lucky number. I don’t know why I believe in the luck this “lucky number” brings. You know, for me, being fifteen is awesome. When you finally turning fifteen, that’s the time when you should face your first year of hi-school. The time when you can do everything you wanna do and say you need to ‘learn’ everytime people gets mad at what you’ve done. The time when you feel like you’re not a little girl anymore, but also not a woman yet. The time when you’re gonna be so sensitive about what happens around you. And the time when have a date with a senior sounds really good.
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I always write “#15” on my hand whenever I’m going to face something that makes me nervous (like exams, or such thing), and I guess it’ll suggested me to do the right things I should do.
I was turning fifteen on September 15, 2010. What a beautiful coincidence. Fifteen is my birth
date. I was born on September 15, 1995, on Friday evening. I thought everything in my life
connected with this number.
I will turn 16 in less than a month. Ya however, the world keeps spinning and revolves around the sun. We’re getting a year older each year.
How I wish I could be fifteen forever.
