I'm pretty sure everyone have their favourite month and the month they hate most of the year? Wells, September used to be the month I hated the most. But now, it no longer is! And there's when I feel myself growing up.

Time flies. I truly believe in this sentence now. Why do I feel that when we've all grown up, time seems come and go in a blink of the eye? And sometimes, the thought of growing up excites me sometimes, I just hate the fact that growing up is part of life.