So I'm trying to focus on what I do have, instead. When I die, no one will care whether or not I passed this test on the first try. People will remember that I always smiled, that I took the time to help them when it mattered, that I stood up for them when they needed it. The test is terrifying, but significantly less terrifying than being alone. I count my blessings on my fingers: my best friends, my brothers, my fiance, all rearranging their adult lives so they can come be with me tonight when the test is over.
Pass or fail, I have love in my life.