pretty sure i bombed the french final
pretty sure i want to throw up
post-test anxiety. self-confidence what even is that.
worthless. lost my grip this quarter; how are you going to even handle next quarter? and you think running off for a handful of days is going to magically recenter you?
you’re not performing well anymore, the numbers that define you are shifting around and you’re not happy anymore. the arenas that define you aren’t cutting it anymore. you can’t even keep days straight anymore.
fuck this quarter. just fuck everything.