Under a month till dissertation is in, I've written about 2000 words. So you know, only SIX THOUSAND to go. And then redrafting.
I am not being melodramatic, I really think I could fail this year.
The thought terrifies me. I've never failed anything in my life.
At this point, I would just like to pass. Just pass. 40%.
I wish I had a mirror I could look into, just to see if everything turns out OK.
And I'm worrying about money again...the lack of it. Always the lack of it.
Not even the thought of my birthday in two weeks is making me happy.
Mostly because that means on my birthday it will be FOUR DAYS till my dissertation is due in.
Fuck.
I don't know how people cope with this stress, cos it is literally driving me up the wall.
Ok.
Self pitying moan over.
