Oh god, I'm going to die.
I'm left with two papers and my brain is failing me. Doubt is a powerful enemy and I'm doubting my brainwork right now. Getting another C is better than failing. I can't believe I am thinking about failing. Failing is not an option, not now, not ever.
What I need now is a mind palace of my own or better yet, a bottle of felix felicis. I am going to need all the luck I could get tomorrow and the day after.
To think I thought that this semester is going to be better. Once again, I find myself getting stuck on the edge of the cliff.
If only I could be a little more happy-go-lucky, with a devil-may-care attitude. I'm going to hyperventilate tonight.
