hyperventilating

I leave at 5 a.m. tomorrow for the bar exam. There are a stack of preparation books I never even opened because I didn't have time. I fly into the closest airport and drive three hours to the hotel.

While I'm gone, the movers will have come and taken away everything we own.

I am so afraid.

The fear of failure has always been my biggest worry - aside from never being loved.

If you've got a spare prayer, or thought, or anything, I could use it right now.

In the next five days, I have to sit the bar, clean out my entire house, and move cross country. Why in the world did I think this was a good idea again?