Decisions, decisions, decisions, decisions – too many decisions.
They surround me. Points of light in a
World that is spinning; spinning.
I want to cry: hot streams of tears that will empty me of my
But I can’t. I must put on a brave face
So that the voices don’t catch on that anything went
I must endure the strain in my throat that makes my voice dry and hoarse;
The questions that make my head whirl like a globe on a stand,
Full of people, countries, oceans.
A.N. The anxiety of perhaps having not made the right university choices overwhelmed me. It was all I thought about for several weeks. Being the first time that I had to make such a big life choice, I was determined to do it well. I chose. I got cold feet. I regretted. I panicked. Yet I could do nothing about it. All I could and all that I can do is remember that everything happens for a reason.