its the way that you talk, that you laugh, that you smile.

I failed.
I know that I can always try again.

I feel like a part of me was taken on Sunday.
I feel like he'll never forgive me for it.

It wasn't my fault you know.
I really had no control over that situation...

or did I?
I did drink-
I did take pills-
did that effect it?
did it cause my failure?

take two: on the 7th. :/

maybe it's the...

fear of not knowing.
or the.
fear of knowing that I have to wait another week.
maybe it's.
not fear at all.

anticipation? -maybe.
excitement? -possibly.

in one week....
i will know for sure!