The last day of being a teenager. Doesn't feel much different than any other days before, yet I feel the heaviness in my heart to face tomorrow. As a novelist once wrote, at times it feels logic that someone would turn 19 after 18, then from 18 to 19 instead of 20. But only the dead stays 16 forever. How am I supposed to face this feeling of not wanting to grow up? I feel so small...