Can’t wait for September to end, yet fear for its coming.
For the second time in my entire life, I’m waiting so hard for the beginning of October, or rather, ending of September. The first time was when ORD date was near; this time, I can’t wait to continue with my dreams.
Since four years ago, it has been a dread whenever September approaches. The bravery was enough to call for a celebration at first but time and distance have taken the courage away.
Without the shiny armour, how much is the rate of success? Can’t seem to get the iron off my mind, I concede to defeat.
I feel lost; sitting back or taking actions may stir up my life.