"I've made mistakes that I can't erase."
'Cause they're written in black ink, on my exam papers, with my teachers now.

Shit. History was damn screwed. That's all I have to say.

And I was so fucking tired at the end. Not happy. Not relieved.
Just tired. And regretful. And full of dread for results.

Now I'm well and truly fucked. And praying that it doesn't produce any lasting effect.

I thank God Oxford forms were due yesterday. So Cook didn't have to consider my prelims performance in writing my reference.

I need to recover and carry on.

Yes. Aiming to do the easy first part today...