Last. That's what I am. On the roll. Always me, last, on the goddamn roll. I am currently waiting, no, DYING while my (crazy) English teacher calls out people to sign off their English marks alphabetically. My hands are extremely cold, yet I am sweating. My legs are shaking. When I swallow, it takes about 30seconds for my saliva to travel down my throat. My eyes feel very heavy. My head is not clear. I am nervous. very very nervous.
Emily is having a cardiac arrest.
She is calling people out very slowly.
I am last.
There is 15mins left.
I do not think she'll make it.
She's going crazy because she is having illusions that people are talking.
NO ONE IS FREAKING TALKING.
GIVE ME MY MARK
I AM DYING.
D Y I N G.
I dont' care if i get a bad mark anymore. Frankly, i'm used to it. I'm so scared. actually I do care. If I fail maths, it's okay. If I fail english, i pretend its okay but i know it's not. I care. It's okay. What hte hell am i even worried about? Oh right, I just want to get a decent mark in a subject. Why pick english? English is HARD. Freaking hell i hate my brain.
