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I just want to note how I'm feeling, two days before my first O Level paper (besides Chinese), on Wednesday. I'm tired and frustrated and panicky and stressed beyond belief. Really regretful, and crazily scared since I remembered an ex tutor telling a Sec 4 last year, that he should have finished his maths Tys twice over before O Levels and I haven't even completed it. Yes I can't wait for this to end, but then my holiday will be a fitful one, unease constantly brewing underneath the surface of fun. I want to be confident of amazing results next January, not bite my lips and tremble in fear. I want to hope, that whatever I do now really matters, those A1s are within grasp, but then it weeds itself in my mind: I don't deserve whatever good results I want. But I need to have hope, and dreams, and weave it into actions, so at least I can pray for the best, for one more chance - and I will learn from this and use this chance to the best of my ability.
In my aching head, I got my kisses
slit.