Scrapes? No, bullet holes.

I can here with such high hopes and big dreams. I came here expecting things to go well, expecting to make it through with only a few scrapes. Little did I know those scrapes would turn into bullet holes. I’m applying for boarding school, and if I don’t get in, if everything isn’t perfect, it will be the end of the world. There’s no place for me to go after that. Death and failure are the same thing to me now. I’m so scared of what will happen if I fail that I can’t focus on anything else. Right now, it’s either I get in or I die. there’s no other option for me. All I want to do now is cry, but I can’t. I have to keep going on, and keep trying, even if it turns out that I’m dead when I reach my destination.