The Interview

The interview is this Monday. Okay, shoot me now. HEADSHOT! Farks. i can’t believe I could be this nervous. When is the last time I got this panic attack? Serious panic attack? Oh yeah, when I was in the library and he borrowed my notes. Yes, I remembered already. He’s cute, and aww, his voice, his eyebrows.. hush! Back to point. I will have my bloody interview for my degree this Monday. My nails are clean, my certificates are ready. Anything else I would need? I don’t think so. Cross your fingers now my dears. If I failed this interview, my life will be doomed, like for eternity. I’ll kill myself.


p/s: should anyone from the department reads this, remember that you cannot fail me. because I would really kill myself.