Right now, I’m absolutely terrified about what’s to come in the next 3 weeks. To think, everything I’ve done, everything I’ve worked towards will all conclude there. But what’s there to be scared of? It’s irrational. I’m well aware of it. But I still can’t stop feeling this way.
As of late, there’s been way too much unpredictability. Christ, even the weather’s inconsistent. It was retardedly hot yesterday and now it’s freezing. One moment, I’m sure that my work is of a certain standard - that I’m capable of achieving something, anything…anything that will verify me and these expectations I have of myself. Then I read someone else’s work and realise I have a fucktonne more to do.
What a mess I’m in. But then again, this is nothing compared to any kind of real grief. A tad melodramatic and it’s silly, but why do I still feel this way?
