I’m laying here in my bed, thinking about the ironies that have happened in my life.
Like, my family buying a house and finally settling down to a good life, then being slapped in the face by both of my parents’ diagnosed cancers. Or the irony that just happened recently for me, where I am so close to going to UCSC, the place I wanted to belong in for so long, and now I may not be able to go there because I may or may not have failed my final exam in the last class I needed to take.
Being so close, yet so far to the dreams I have worked so hard for in the past three years. It is really nerve wracking. I just can’t sleep no matter how hard I try. The peacefulness of a good night’s rest runs away from me as fast as the fear is creeping up on me.