Unending frustration!

Oh, okay, you're not going to give me mark schemes to your past papers, AQA website? FUCK YOU, AND YOUR MUM, WHO IS ALSO YOUR DAD AND YOUR UNCLE AND YOUR BROTHER ALL AT THE SAME TIME YOU BASTARD FUCKER 

I need those mark schemes! I need those mark schemes! Exam is on Monday! That is LESS THAN TWO DAYS AWAY and the internet is screwing me over like all but one of my ex boyfriends, which is so, argh, unnecessary. 

Furious. Outraged, Livid.. Incensed. Vexed. Infuriated. Seething.  Enraged.

Anxious trichotillomania is prevalent. 

I need to chill out. And stop being so damn horny all the time. It's annoying that my hormones have teamed up with my libido and decided to go gallivanting off into the crevices of my filthy mind ALL THE TIME and contrive to be more distracting than a house fire when I'm trying to revise here, guys. 

I'm leading worship solo tomorrow for the first time. Here is a conversation between Mum and myself earlier today:

  Mum: Are you nervous?

  Me: Not really. I have exams. I have bigger things to be worrying about.

 Mum: Yes, but there's no chance of messing up your exams in front of an audience.

Cheers, Ma.

There's a song my cousin mentioned on one of her blog posts a few weeks back, called Just Hold Me by Maria Mena and I'm kind of addicted. Listen to it, if you get the time. WhyYyYyYyYyY an' all.