See I am freaking out like crazy. I see bad things. Bad unspeakable things. Like not being able to attempt even 15 questions in Quantitative. Like getting the sorriest percentile score one could think of. I see doom. I am getting cold feet. I wanna bolt. Can I ? Can I ? Can I? No it's too late. Too late. Aahhhh!!
I am scared. Is it okay to be scared? I don't know. Tell me it's okay. It's okay. I am talking gibberish. Help! What if I screw it all up? Everything will be over then. The entire year would have been a waste then. Why why why. My life's at stake. What am I doing. Am I destined to fail?
I see bad things. I see very bad things. I am doomed.
I am scared. Is it okay to be scared? I don't know. Tell me it's okay. It's okay. I am talking gibberish. Help! What if I screw it all up? Everything will be over then. The entire year would have been a waste then. Why why why. My life's at stake. What am I doing. Am I destined to fail?
I see bad things. I see very bad things. I am doomed.
