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Woke from another nightmare today. Sat there on my bed hyperventilating because I couldn't convince myself that it had been a dream. In my dream I had had a paper yesterday (which I hadn't) and that I had only realised that I'd been supposed to do three questions instead of two.
Then I woke up, and could not remember the questions to that paper, could not remember which one's I'd answered (because it had been on monday) and I had fully convinced myself that I really had done only two essays instead of three.
Took me twenty minutes to figure out it was a dream.
Fucking hate this.
Turning 20 on monday. Hopefully being surrounded by people will help. Idk. I spent almost 9 hours in the kitchen chatting with friends ytd. I was hoping it wouldn't be so bad. At least the chat was lovely.
Then I woke up, and could not remember the questions to that paper, could not remember which one's I'd answered (because it had been on monday) and I had fully convinced myself that I really had done only two essays instead of three.
Took me twenty minutes to figure out it was a dream.
Fucking hate this.
Turning 20 on monday. Hopefully being surrounded by people will help. Idk. I spent almost 9 hours in the kitchen chatting with friends ytd. I was hoping it wouldn't be so bad. At least the chat was lovely.