We all know this day was going to come. Three weeks of mindless cramming, a month of disorganized sleep cycles and study tables, and it all comes down to this one day. Working has managed to put my mind off of the cruel grasp of reality for a while, yet it's all coming back now. I'm terrified, devastated, and psyched all at the same time. I guess that's the thing about us Geminis, our forever messy thoughts. What if I don't get what I deserve? What if I can't handle the truth? I didn't do my best. I was being the over-confident jerk like I have always been. Patience? I have none. I'm always uncertain of the next step. I just wish that day would come faster. I'm tired of guessing and waiting and torturing myself. The wait is devouring me, pieces by pieces, in and out.
You'll never be lovelier than you are now.