Backup option.

Warning: Foul language in this post.

In less than a week, I will know the fate of my future. That sounds a little terrifying doesn't it? Next Thursday morning (very early I might add), my exam results will be emailed to me. I have never been terrified in the past about receiving results. I'm pretty laid back about it all actually. This time, it's a different story. Today, I began to shit myself. If I don't get the grades for university, what the hell do I do? I know full well I did not do great in the exams and coursework, so there is a pretty good chance I won't get in. 

I don't want to go back to college full time, but it's pretty impossible to convince them to let you go back part time and just study one subject.

I refuse to go back full time. I hated it there.

So I have one option on what I can do.

I can move down south to my uncle's for a few months and get some work experience there (there's barely any jobs where I live, but loads where he lives). But then what do I do after that? There's nothing else for me to study to pull up my grades.

WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO??????????????? owlha di,habdw

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I'm so fucking stressed. I never write blog posts without thinking about what I'm going to put. All of this is being written or wrote or whatever it is, as I think. Why did I even choose to study English at university? I can barely even speak the language, never mind understand it or write it. Stupid effing twatty midget. 

Grr.

I guess I'll have to go back to college full time.

Fucking fuck my life. I'm such a wanker.

Jazz