I hate suspense. It makes me wonder. It makes me scared. But most of all it makes me aware. And when I'm aware, I worry.
An thats when my brain goes into overdrive and goes haywire. Everything and anything becomes possible and I can do until I can find out tomorrow.
But I notice that things are changing with me and it just heightens my worry even more.
In 16 hours I will know.
It will either be the best moment of my life.
Or the worst.
And the suspense that is building and the worry that's growing is killing me.
