I'm probably going to be ashamed because of that.
I'll probably not be able to forgive myself for some time.
I am dipshit scared that I am willing to pay someone to tell me that everything is going to be fine- not that I am rich, just desperate. No one from my batch seems to tell it with conviction anymore. Kony is abducting children in Uganda and I'm worrying about my thesis. Okay, forgive me, my thoughts are so disorganized right now. I don't know, it's just that my pride will surely haunt me if things don't turn out well.
I try not to rant to anyone because I know that they have their own problems to solve. I can't be a burden to anyone, but at this rate, I'm going to blow up. I see high school friends who are already celebrating their soon graduation, and I can't help but feel intimidated. You might tell me, if you're so worked up with not graduating, what are you doing here blogging. Well, I can't keep it anymore.
It's difficult when you're sad, and you want to cry and you pick up your phone to call someone, but no name comes to mind. Oh Arlet, you and your great walls of China.
