Armageddon Is Coming, Game of Thrones Style

For the past week, I’ve had at least seven versions of dreams involving getting my SPM results. There was one where I dreamt I got straight As except for one subject which was (gasp!) BM; also there was one where I didn’t actually dream of my results but just me being at school with all the other SPM candidates and ended up waking up in the middle of the night filled with anxiety; and finally one that just happened three days ago in which I dreamt that I got straight A+s and ended up waking up in the middle of the night filled with what I initially thought was anxiety but later on realised was excitement.

Ah, the woes.

Now, with only three days left to countdown, you literally can’t go anywhere or do anything without being reminded of results day, be it human reminders or physical reminders or even your own brain reminders.

And since everyone is freaking out and having sleepless nights because of this, I’ve decided to go indie and not be mainstream like everyone else by declaring that I AM NOT AND SHALL NOT BE AFRAID AND GO ON HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT because there are simply not enough posts like this out there and okay I admit I’m definitely going to cry either way on results day but right now, RIGHT NOW what we need is a confidence party and what am I even talking about now bye