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[raven]

I am tired and cold and ill and drained, and have just had a horrible, sadistic, frankly nauseating maths exam. I may have been stressed about maths exams at other points, but I never left one thinking I'd got about half marks at the most before.
And in the afternoon, I have history.

I didn't update yesterday because of a general feeling of depression, which hasn't really abated, mostly because once again I have raging insomnia and want to curl up somewhere and sleep, despite the fact it's lunchtime and I have another exam in about forty-five minutes.

Becca, lucky bitch, has gone home to contemplate the disaster of the maths in peace, and there is no-one else in school with the possible exceptions of Hel and eniddy that I am in the mood to talk to. I want them all to fuck off, moderators who patrol the hall, footsteps all the time, tap, tap, tap, laying silent hands on the desk and going through pencilcases and startling me out of a deep trance.
They're like great big marauding hawks. All they want is to startle you and trick you and turn you into a gibbering wreck.

I want to go home, dammit.

Comments

[lady_of_asheru]

Oh God, it brings it all back. They had to lock me in stock cupboard to make me to do my maths GCE mocks. All I can say is, it does get better, honest....(and now I sound like someone's auntie, how did that happen???)
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[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*sighs*
Thank you. You don't sound like someone's auntie, just a friend...