A is for Wen Yi.
I can't imagine what would happen next Friday. Really. I think I'd hold on to that slip of paper and keep staring. Stare blankly. I don't know how long I'd take to register whatever is written on it. Honestly, I don't deserve straight As. But I still lust for them. Duh? I'm scared. I'm afraid. I'm freaked. I'm nervous. I'm anxious. I'm excited. I'm worried. Mix of everything. I get the feeling of someone tugging at heart everytime I imagine myself getting anything less than what I hoped for. I'd squeeze my eyes tight and kick that thought to the back of my head. But as 5th March approaches, that horror inches nearer and reality sets in. It is coming. I cannot. I don't want to. I must. I like to fly high, high and higher. Until I fall. I want a happy Friday night. Weekend. Month. Future. Life.
Pleaseee? Sigh.
Pleaseee? Sigh.