I made a bucket list when I was ten, out of boredom, then kept it thinking that my list was too childish. And now, I'm already twenty-six years old, holding my bucket list still thinking that my list is too childish but I don't care! I just want to do this. I need to do this. Wait! Scratch that. I'm already twenty-six years old turning twenty-seven tomorrow, feeling happy because I finished my childish bucket list so then, why? Somebody enlighten me, why am I marrying this guy again?