"The end is near"
Just over a day left for me. Then, it will be another year, another nerve-rending year. Darn you.
Only this time, it'll be different. There won't be another long holiday for me. I will literally become 'holiday-less' since there will be an internship soon.
I can see that I'll have a terribly "good" time this time round.
The train is leaving the platform, last call before all gates are shut. Will I be left chasing after the train or will I be sitting comfortably in the first-class cabin? Will I be a passenger or a worker or the driver? Will I be left behind in the last cabin or will I be in the first? Will the train take me to the place I want to go or will I be lost? Will the journey be smooth or be rattling?
So many may-bes and will-bes. Sighs. When did I become so melodramatic?
I can't let go of the past. Why?
It's not that I'm pessimistic. It's just reluctance to let go of good times.
