Which means, my first year at university is also over!
Wow. This year has been the fastest year of my life so far. I can’t wait to spend the last two and a half weeks in York just appreciating the city and (hopefully) the good weather!
Ethics was a lot better than I thought it’d be. They were quite evidently kind with the essay questions they chose to ask us to answer.
For the moment, here’s to forgetting about being a student and finally enjoying my life.
This is what will bring my year average down, for sure.
I just need to make my peace with it, do the best that I can, and let it be. The first year doesn’t count towards my degree, so that’s a relief. I just don’t want anything less than a 2:1, ugh…
So much.
I’d much rather sit another metaphysics exam.
I can’t do this…
I’ve never felt as shaken up by something as I have done tonight.
I feel like I just absorbed all of his darkest thoughts and took them all away from him. His desperation to escape this deathly gravitational force that is his mind, which seems to be consuming itself, has hit me so hard I can actually physically taste it.
A place I’ve never had to visit before, I have visited today; being his best friend, and getting as close as I have to him, I have delved into something I really wasn’t prepared for. He said things that terrified me to my core, and he said them while laughing. How I stayed calm and composed for him for two hours, I don’t fucking know.
I can’t stop crying and occasionally shaking. At the very least, I hope I’ve made him a little more stable tonight than he was before coming to see me. I have at least made sure he won’t be leaving uni for good. For now.
Fuck. This has been some experience. I’d do it for him all over again if it meant I could save him somehow, even if it were temporary.
May the 4th be with you. ;)
I thought I was shot of mathematics a long time ago. Bleugh.
By a mile.
I love this term’s lectures so much more than last term.
(Both of my lecturers absolutely insanely love cats, though. Double win.)
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