Holy shit I just wrote my boyfriend the worst letter. And it’s already posted. It started off with “hi, I miss you” then I kinda went on to say something like “I feel really ashamed of myself today, and I don’t feel like telling you over the phone tonight. I don’t want to hear you say you’re disappointed in me, please don’t say you’re disappointed in me.”
Does that sound like I’m about to admit to having an affair?
What have I done. Why on earth did I decide to word it that way. Ugh I’m so stupid. Poor kevin. He’s gonna have a wee freight and get those really bad tummy butterflies and goosebumps and come to the worst possible conclusion to the letter before he’s even read the first couple sentences. Jesus Christ why I do this. Why I do this.
I was going on to explain how I failed my exam and how this is gonna mess up our summer plans because I’m a failure and I suck at life in general and I don’t deserve my place at university because I’m shit.
Satan’s poodle I need to get a grip. I failed my Human Biology exam by 6%. I need to get a grip. There are worse things in life than failing a fucking exam, like famine or drought or war or cancer or death. And here I am sobbing over a bloody exam. An exam that I can resit during summer, then happily pass and continue with university. I got an A for the coursework so I’m pretty much already granted 50% of my grade, which is awesome. Why the fuck am I freaking out. Jesus. I need to stop being such a twat.
There are more important things than a perfect exam record.
Shit.
