On evaluation of just exactly what citation I know for my Law exams this week it's official that I'm going to sit down at the desk, open the paper and know absolutely nothing. Forget the fact that on and off I've been revising the reams of bullshit since late March, it's come to a head at this point and it turns out that my head is empty. I have absolutely nothing to offer the examiner tomorrow except the names of the legal clauses. I am literally having a subconscious panic attack. I genuinely believe that in a bid to not break down entirely this past month my brain has thrown everything I need to know out of my ears and replaced it with the strength to make it through the day without wanting to top myself.
Honestly, it's a relief mum is bringing me back some sweets any minute now because I'm a fizzy cola-bottle away from spontaneous combustion. If it were to happen she could probably look to receive compensation against the exam bored for psychiatric injury as a secondary victim. Although she would need to qualify the control mechanisms so she had best make sure she's here to see me go up in smoke.
'I'm just a clown, but you can sit beside me when the world comes down'.
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