I've got four more exams. Four exams which I am going to fail miserably. It's not the pressure put on me which freaks me out, it's the blind expectations that I'm going to do oh so brilliantly, when in actual fact, I'm scared shit less.
I shouldn't of gone out as much I have the pass few days. I've got wednesday, thursday and friday booked off for special people so that frees up saturday and sunday as I'm doing business studies in school all day tomorrow.
Two days to revise the entire Maths non calculator paper work and likewise the entirety of the history of medicine and world war two in Germany.
Normally you'd have MONTHS to prepare for this kind of stuff.
Instead I'm having to cope with a matter of days..
I know I won't do dreadfully , but I've worked so hard since year ten it would seem like such a waste of two years to throw it all away so easily.
Maybe it's about time that I started believing what I preach to others more and come to the conclusion that it's the A levels that matter, not the GCSE's.
Whatever whatever whatever, I'm just going to turn a blind eye to it all and pretend that none of it's happening as I roll a spliff and ignore the shadow lurking in the corner, awaiting any opportunity it sees to pounce on my smiles and drain any life it can lay its beady eyes onM
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