The anxiety

I'm so afraid of right now. Of everything and anything.
As finals come to a close, I'm dreading seeing my scores despite the subtle confidence I felt as I left each testing room, filled with a feeling of completion and success. I can't help but remind myself that if they didn't go as planned, as well as they should have with all luck on my side, I won't be a college student next semester. Unless you count a handful of credits at a community college.
I looked through my scholarship requirements and checked my list twice to ensure that all events had been made and all loose ends tied, but somehow I come up short. The giant words INCOMPLETE just seemed to loom in my face and mock me as though all the efforts I put into the semester have been short lived. For nothing. Without it, I'll be a ridiculously poor and overworked part-time college student spending the majority of my conscious hours at Outback waiting tables, like always.
I may have made the mistake of disclosing certain information to you which I ought not have. It may have slipped that I'm rapidly falling for you so early on, and I find myself doing it again. Becoming just a cling monster. And even though you said you felt it too, you admitted to the hesitation you had and confessed it seemed early. Because it is. But I can't help but feel the obligation to tell someone something that's on my mind that I want so desperately for them to know. And now I feel myself instantly shying away and getting beat up about seeming like a sad, lost child, clinging onto you.
I can't wait for this break. A month free of grades and the constant worrying in the back of my mind about my final outcome. A month without having to wonder if my scholarship is in jeopardy and trying to plan for the worst. And a month of casual sightings of you, merely twice a week maximum, which is bound to help end this attachment that I have to you. Or at least lessen it.