One letter. All it took is one letter to find out the grave mistake I've made. Just one. I never thought one letter could make a huge impact on my life. The grim reality is all that I've poured in into to make everything work are all useless. It's water under the bridge and I know it. I'm afraid to let my mom and dad know about it, and I'm absolutely unsure what to do next. I don't even know how to react at the news, because there is still the apparent consolation of what I've got. I cringe at myself for failing to realize this mistake. Forgive me for speaking so cryptic, but I don't really want to divulge anything specific. But I think, no, I'm sure you have an idea what I'm talking about.

I've had a hard time sleeping at a problem that is simple for most people, yet miserably complicated. It means that I've wasted my money and my effort. It also means that I'm going to have more work in the future and would have to spend more in a very tight budget. It also means that I would be dividing my time even more in a period where I need to focus on one thing. The consolation that I have is that it doesn't affect my overall. I figured I'd write this down, because I'm interested how God will move in this situation. It's partly my fault, because I didn't do my homework.