countdown

I don’t think it would be possible for me to be any more nervous about tomorrow than what I already am.

Yeah, I’ve prepared as much as possible. Yeah, I know what I’m suppose to do, and how I’m suppose to do it, and what the outcome should be.

And I still feel like puking. Memories are so hard to kill. Especially the bad ones.

I don’t want to go back a third time. Twice is enough.

Grrrrr.

Only several hours and then I’ll know what I wish I knew now. *sigh*