Okay, the UMAT is fast approaching. It seems not soon enough yet at the same time too soon. I'm not doing well. Mum is suprisingly blasé about it, yet hidden underneath that exterior, I know she's disappointed. I guess, I'd rather anger than disappointment because when she's angry, I can usually fight back with little qualms. But when she's disappointed in me, I can feel my stomach sinking and my palms grow cold with guilt.
Please give me strength, luck and drive on Wednesday. Please.
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