Should I, or should I not? 

A friendly advice today placed my intentions—based on statistics—in the category of "unwise". He later added, as if to allay the blow his opinion had on my fragile state of mind, that it was totally my call. 

If only I'd thought of that, cher ami.

I later boarded another train of thought. This one, about him being brutal, but right. 

Whatever will I do?

Whatever I will be able to, of course. 

Who cares what people say? This is my life. I am to live it. No one else will. Therefore, I am to decide what takes place in it and what doesn't. 

But what if I'm choosing wrong? Again? 

Was my first choice wrong? No; it wasn't. But, now that I take run a survey on what has happened so far, I know it was. 

Everything is literally in your hands. You have the power to implement irreversible changes. The ignorant shouldn't have the ability of penetrating into such reserves of power.

They only end up destroying themselves.

I am glad though, that I chose this degree program. Because of it, I came across an eye-opening victory. Which was essentially needed. It helped me; it just did. 

But the program was never part of my plan...

Reconciling with the advantages and the disadvantages of continuing this degree program is nearly impossible. If I don't stop, blood will explode from ears, my nose—my oh so Pinocchio-like nose—and my eyes! For not stopping will lead to my brain overworking, which will in turn lead to absolute termination. 

The. End. 

I tell myself to let this go, to continue anyway, to wait for this first semester's outcome. 

It feels like it will never come.

What will I do until the wait is over? Work. Or try, at least, to pass all of the four subjects. And listen to Stitches, on repeat. Yeah. 

I'll definitely be needing stitches, if I end up choosing wrong again. 

I don't want to choose wrong. Again.

Not again.