I'll start off with my weekend; it was good, I didn't have much homework, which meant there was no stress. I went out for coffee both Saturday and Sunday, and felt so relaxed and peaceful.
It was the same when I woke up this morning. I didn't feel rushed, or stressed or anything, I was fine. I got ready, did my makeup and then things started to go downhill when I was packing my stuff. You see, I couldn't find my charcoal pencils, and I really needed them for art today, and it was stressing me out because I knew I put them somewhere, I just couldn't remember where. It's the little things that throw me, you see. Anyway, I found them and got a lift to school. All good.
The next thing that got me stressed, was the fact that my English teacher didn't show up. I know what you're thinking - why would that bother you, it means no work? - but I have mock exams in two weeks, and then my real exams in a few months, and it is just too much work, and I need to know what I'm doing. Anyway, as it happens, I'm not going to have a proper teacher for two weeks, so that'll be fun. Guess who is going to fail her exams.
Then science is just so disorganised and crappy. No one shuts up in maths. I've been feeling really anxious, like I'm panicking, and I've felt sort of unable to breathe, I've been taking such deep breaths, in case I can't breathe suddenly. It's not fun.
I don't even want to begin to write about art, it's just terrible, and I think I'll leave it at that for now.
These next few weeks aren't going to be enjoyable, but I think the things that are going to get me through them are the long weekend I'm having next week, the two albums I got from my last concert, my next concert, and this song: