Feeling a bit exhausted, but thought I'd check in considering it has been a fair while.

End of term, end of my sanity.
Apparently in year twelve, holidays are not holidays, they are 'study breaks' (breaks to study, not from study), as it was lovingly put by our teachers.

But these holidays, while I may end up having yet another nervous breakdown over my enter, I won't forget that I really cbf studying.

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I never realized that I was such a private person.

I always thought I was pretty much an open book, but obviously not.

I'm finding it so hard to write my memoir for literature.
There's nothing I can think of that I can share with the entire class.

I don't want to reveal details of my life to these people.
I can barely go over them myself.
And it's not like I can just gloss over them. It's too hard to.

I have no idea what I'm going to do.

Only 2 and a bit months to go.
And I'm stressed.
Very stressed.

I've been quite happy with my voice until recently, when every thing that could be wrong with my voice started to crawl out of the woodwork.

My voice is too soft, my range isn't big enough, i'm not singing in time and GOSH why don't you just learn those freaking scales!

stressstressstressstress

I feel like everything I've done, everything I've worked for over the past one and a half years is all going to be for nothing, because I'm going to fail miserably.

And then anyone who has ever doubted me will have smirks that say 'I told you so'.

I just need to pass.
I need to get a good study score.