Now I only have two bullets left.
And I must say, I’m afraid that the objective, which had dodged me all this time, will finally leave me unarmed in front of it.
I don’t want to think I worked so hard for nothing.
I don’t want to think I’ll be stuck waiting to get into grad school forever.
I want to think I can shoot to kill.
That I can achieve my dreams.
And I want to think there are good, fun times while I study and explore new cultures waiting for me.
(P.S. I know I could just jump away and emigrate, but I need more money to do so. And that is such a disadvantage).