OK, so now I am there again. You know. Tired. TIRED! I have no idea how I'll be able to finish everything on time. Panic! Panic! I Call Mr T. Want to cry. Say: "I give up. You got yourself a stupid loser." But I keep my act together.
I call mum. Start crying. Like a baby.
Talk to Mr T again. He is sad that I am stressed. But he loves me. We have each other. That is what matters. I like that.
You save me, honey.