a conversation that i had with myself this morning:

“you know, grace, you really ought to do more work. you’re two grades beneath your target in art, and you KNOW you’re capable of doing it, you’re just a lazy little motherfucker. this shit is serious. it’s your motherfucking a levels you stupid bastard, and your deadline is in 6 days. what the shit do you think you’re going to do if LIPA reject you and then next year you need higher grades to go to uni, or do ANYTHING? you’re going to feel like a dumbass fucking prick if you wind up with a B in art at the end of 2 years of misery at that college you went to so you could get a good education and some decent fucking qualifications. the first B you ever get in your life and it’s one of your fucking qualifications. this isn’t a fucking joke, grace. you’re the fucking stupidest little bitch i ever met in my whole life.”

what am i doing now? fucking procrastinating. honestly i am a complete fucking idiot.