College

[ricardienne]

I can't handle it.

I just can't.

End of story.

Okay, so I'm arrogant.
Okay, so I can't stand not to be the best.
Okay, so I don't deal well with adversity.

Let's admit it: she's got a superiority complex, is far too proud, can't admit she's second (or third, or fourth, or thirtieth, or seven-hundred-and-sixty-ninth) best.

And she isn't going to be able to take academic classes with cellists in the conservatory. She isn't going to be able to sit next to them, knowing that they're part of something she couldn't make it into. She isn't going to be able to do it. Nope. She's going to fall apart, cry every night, knowing that she's not good enough. And it's going to be horrible.

Comments

[silverfyshxin.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I think you'll do fine.

[achyvi.livejournal.com]

Not only do I think you'll do fine, I know you will. I won't say to have faith in yourself, because to do so would be to put unfair pressure upon you. Just... try not to worry. It's nowhere near as bad as you're afraid of. I know you'll do well. There will be more people like you than at H.S., even if it is a small school. You'll make friends, and while you may not exactly thrive, you will survive.

You may now break into song, if you wish.