The university applications results are just around the corner and I can't help feeling super duperly worried. I am 60% confident that I am able to get in, yet nightmares still plague me every night. Once I close my eyes, I'll dream of the university letter going, "We're sorry, you have not been accepted.." Mike has pointed out that it was technically impossible for me to not be able to get in since he has already gotten in with his so-called less than ideal results. Yet, I'm still not convinced. I've been waking up unusually early, even when I've taken prior medication. My illness isn't getting better as a result and I can't do anything to stop it.

So yeah, will the letter of doom please be delivered earlier? I hate this uncertainty. Wherein does my future lie? Is there an open path in front of me to take? I don't know how people can just.. live life by counting the days, forever waiting aimlessly. (for what?) There is always something to look forward to. It is whether you want to take it to a higher level or just be content with what you have now. Its a decision which takes determination and only when you dare to take that step out, then you will have something to look forward to. Things don't just happen for a reason. You can't expect to see results immediately after the very first step you take into the wilderness, waiting a while to catch a glimpse of the kind of monsters that will attack you and retreat immediately back into the safety of the town. I'm talking about casting yourself deep into the recesses of the jungle and surviving all the way until you discover a land filled with the richness of your dreams and desires. Every step that you take, is taken in the hopes of becoming a better person.

If everyone was to sit on their hands, thinking that one person is unable to accomplish anything, then who is going to farm the crops, build the bridges, construct the highway, drive the school bus and cook the meals? Take away that defeatist attitude before it takes you away from this earth.

End of rant, back to the sick bay. Blasted cold germs, shoo!

;I CREATED A SHEEP!
6:31 AM