My math exam is tomorrow, and the first bout of tears and panic has already occurred.
It’s a funny thing how things so little can affect one so much. I couldn’t drink my tea or eat my dinner – all because I went into a raving panic attack stemming from the lack of warm water at my house.
Sounds pathetic, right?
I know it does. Let me assure you that it feels even more pathetic to be the one experiencing it. It’s like a feeling of extreme stupidity and sadness in one go.
Today, though, I got lucky. I had a friend send me some beautiful help involving some visualisation and Emma Watson and beaches and Paris. I can’t really explain how it feels to have someone do their best to help you while they know that they don’t know exactly how you’re feeling. It’s so lovely, like they have complete comprehension without actually having it?
I’m feeling the feels, friends.
I’m going to do revision now, and while I may fail my math exam, I know that I’ll still have this to come back to. It ‘s just the future, bruh. In the words of my heroes:
The future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary. It’s time to do it now and do it loud: Killjoys, make some noise!
That’s all I’ve got today. I think.
Love & Gratitude,