I should be sleeping now. But I probably cant anyway. There is a great case of butterflies in the stomach now. This sucks really. I know its almost definite that I am going to fail that Maths paper tomorrow. I am super unprepared and I know close to nuts about anything. But somehow, I cant convince myself to just forget it and try my best. I somehow feel the stress, the pressure.

I know I am probably not alone and stuff, but I just cant relieve myself of this pressure. The sense of responsibility perhaps? I should have been studying harder indeed. But its all too late now. Too late for regrets, too late for remorse. Think positive, but how could I, when it seems all bleak and stuff. Accept my fate, but than again I cant either. If only I could, it would make life easier.

11 hours to freedom. 11 hours of stress. Cant wait.

Mr Beans Holiday and mine too.