The Fear is running strong in the flat. Mark and I have exams tomorrow. Chris has tutorial work to do for Tuesday. None of us are entirely sure of what we're doing. The words 'What are we doing with our lives?' echo through the flat. I tried doing one of those primal scream things to try to clear the stress of life, but I didn't want to disturb Mark and Chris so it came out as more of a primal whisper. It wasn't the same somehow.   I have gone into headless chicken mode. I know for a fact that I have been able to have a good stab at chemistry in the past. I can do it. I can. I am now trying to shift my mantra from 'oh no I'm going to fail' to 'exams, hah, no problem'. I may give the primal scream thing another go.
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