I really want this.
If you don't give it to me.
I'll never forgive you. Really.
Because I have fought so hard and come so far.
I... will never forget if you take all this away from me.

I am hoping against hope once again... Hoping I won't be punished for mistakes I made a year ago, hoping I have somehow managed to argue well, hoping that I'll get this.

Somehow, I just have a bad feeling, that what I want will once again pass under my nose, scratch my fingertips, elude me once again.
And no matter how many disappointments I go through, my wasted heart clings to this... chance. That something will work out. All this will work out.

Of course. There's something else.
But of course. I won't say more.