My
breathing’s hard. I think everybody can hear it. Terrible. Why? Why can’t I
force myself to do it?
I tighten my grip.
A brief outline of my face is seen in the metal doorknob. I’m red. Oh
god. Did I come all this way just to freak out and run away?
“The only
method for getting far is never, ever giving up”
No. I can’t do this. I should just go home.
“What defines
failure? You fail if you stop trying.”
