I am exhausted.
I wish I could walkaway from this monotonous life I’ve been living these couple of months. I wish I could just leave it in a corner and be able to go back to it when I’m ready without wasting time. But that’s…impossible. I must do something about it, something do-able, something possible.
So here I am, back at my sanctuary. Trying hard to put into words all the anxieties I am feeling to at least lessen the burden I’ve placed upon my shoulders. My time is running out, I am cramming. I can feel the end, where all the efforts I’ve done all these months will be judged. Whatever the verdict may be,it will definitely change my future and that scares me.
I am scared.
My heart’s beating faster and faster every second that I’m closer to the end, where the bell will ring and I’ll hear “TIME’S UP”. My hands are cold, almost frozen that I can no longer make it move.
Deep breaths and eyes cringed.
With deep breaths and eyes cringed, I try to move forward with a prayer and my dreams in mind.
I am hoping for the best…