And today it comes crashing down.
Can I sit in my room and do a mixture of cry, sleep, and eat for the next three days? It'll be a lot more productive than anything I'd manage to do at school.
Oh fun. Maths test which I'll fail and Literature essay, again, something I'll fail.
I don't feel up to anything, but I have to.
I want to talk to someone. I actually do. I don't want to burden them though, I don't want to put responsibility or pressure on them. I don't want them to worry, not about someone as insignificant as me. But I want to talk and cry for hours and hours and hours.