Heart racing wildly.
I looked at the time back and forth.
Neither wanting nor waiting.
Neither entirely scared nor calm.
Thinking for the next move.
And possibilities that might occur.
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
Brainwashing myself to make sure things goes right.
Will it go wrong?
Even so, there're always hopes out there.
God will always be there.
But still.
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
It will go away in a while.
Right?
This is simply torturing.
But exciting at the same time.
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
There goes years of my life.
Oh calm myself down.
They're just potatoes.
Aren't they?
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
There goes the time comes.