Sitting awkwardly bent over in a chair I stare down at my shoes. I rest my elbows on me knees, and my chin in my palms. Staring at the little spots on the shiny linoleum tiles. Figures and scenes flash before my eyes. 'This is it' I hear my conscious tell myself over and over again. This is the day that will change everything. As much as I think I can't completely zone out. This outreaching feeling of self doubt keeps me self aware. I sigh loudly not knowing what to think. A part of me, a very lovely part, knows this will be one of the happiest days of my life. Another, rather ugly side of myself, is afraid I will do something stupid. Somehow I am going to mess up. Then a horrible thought strike me. 'What if he doesn't show up' I moan in distain, that would be the worst thing to ever happen to me. I take a couple deep breaths trying to rid myself dually of the thought and feeling.
I needed to think positive, happy thoughts. That was easier thought then done. I start mulling over the qu