I can tell you I’m not scared. I can tell you that this incessant drumming and thumping in my chest is but a normal reaction for things to come. I’d even add that the chill in my bones and the sweat in my palms are, er, hormonal. I’m not scared. I’m not afraid. I’m not overthinking anything. See how upright I sit? See how wide my gaze is? See? See! I’m calm, cool and composed. I’m calm, cool and composed. I’m calm, cool and composed. I am!
I should be, at seven years past twenty. Right?