I felt bad.
I believe I have said many times before that I hate waiting. Therefore, if it was up to me, I would have taken any other way to avoid waiting. Too bad, it wasn’t up to me. So here I am, waiting.
I wasn’t talking about a person, so for those who have assumed that I was complaining about someone, I can assure that whatever you had on your mind was wrong. Unbelievable how someone could have such a negative thought about other person. *tsk* I was waiting for two things; one, a result of a test I had taken several weeks ago, and an answer.
Well… I didn’t want to tell you what they were, just yet, because I don’t want to jinx it. They are big things for me and if I failed it would be a heartbreaking experience all over again. So, although I can’t tell you what I was waiting for, wish me luck because I might need it this time.
And that made me feel bad about myself.
I used to be so confident, if not conceited, that nothing (I repeat: NOTHING) in this world I can’t do if I want to do it. And I always said, that I don’t need luck.
And today I asked you to wish me luck? I am pathetic! Really. Am I really that desperate?