All I have right now is my last remaining flicker of hope. For now, it's the only thing I'm holding on to.
Will I finally be able to at least, continue fighting for my dreams?
Or will it be down the drain?
I don't know. I will only find out on January 22nd. The day of my results.
To say I'm fine is a lie.
To say I'm wretched isn't completely true.
Point is, I'm nervous.
I don't know how this would turn out but I will hope for the best.
And as long as I can still dream, I will still dream.
Until it's smashed in front of my face, only then, will I stop dreaming. Only then, will I stop and make another dream.
So yea. We'll see what happens. Who knows.