I want so much to open your eyes cuz I need you to look into mine...

I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it.
And so on.
I only feel like this because it's 12:30 am and I'm cramming math into my head so I'll be ready to write this test right after work tomorrow.
I'm not going to lie. I've obviously procrastinated. Well, I don't want to use the word procrastination here. I've been TRYING to do hw but I've been so exhausted from work its tough. I'm behind in physics. The next week I figure I'll catch up, around working for 6 days straight over a weekend, brutal, and getting at the next unit of math. Who won't be getting much sleep? That's me alright. How is it that school always does this to me? I'm not very good at this. You'd think I'd learn. I guess it's just a habit now. What can you do.
I think I get some kind of pleasure from a sense of panic. Well one thing I can say for sure is that I'm damn good at learning a whole unit of math in 6 hours. And thank god for this Pure Math 30 internet tutorial thing. It saved me.
I better get back to it.
Be expecting more stress-related posts in the near future.
Love
Bex

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