The dreaded QCS test.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I'm very scared. I feel sick to the stomach thinking about it.
I keep telling myself it isn't as important as I'm making it out to be, but I really am worried. My results on these tests is dependant upon everyone else's results, and vice versa.
Andrew told me today that I'm really worrying too much. Eh, probably. He's the one that's gone through all that already.
I used to like talking about what I wanted to do in the future, but now I just don't cause I'm so convinced that my results are going to be shit and I know I'm not going to get the Uni course I want.
The future used to be a great thing. Now it just seems like another forthcoming nightmare.
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