Its that feeling of impending doom. All the while thinking, if I try I know I can stop it. But what if I can't? Then all of my trying was for nothing. I will have failed knowing that for the life of me I couldn'tΒ Β stop the enivitable. I should just go home and wait for the news, so this misfortune doesn't fall on me. Yet here I am... Trying.. ******* it! I tried! you can't be dead. I'm sorry.