that feeling you get when you're sitting in the waiting room for an interview before you go in; no idea if how it's going to go. Obviously you're hopeful that it'll go well and things will be good but there's also that worrying feeling that you'll fuck it up like you've fucked up so many before.
I suppose this analogy only shows that if even if you do fuck it up in life, you learn from your mistakes and can try and do better anyway. Also I suppose like in interviews, if there's no hope, there's no point. If you can't believe in yourself, you've already failed.
Failure not dissimilar to the fate that I will face if I don't pull my finger out pronto and revise for Friday's exam. Along with the few thousand other things that I would like to change about myself; my procrastination, laziness and leaving everything to the last minute are near the top of the list.
If something exciting doesn't happen by the end of the week for me to report on here, I will possibly accept that my fate is to be on the Jeremy Kyle show wearing Kappa trackies and a velour hoody.
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