So, on the 23rd or so(?), I received my GCSE results, which is literally the big set of exams you have to do after two years of learning in the UK. They are essential to getting a job, as they are usually seen as a base qualification. I think they are similar to the US finals, but I'm not sure if they do it at the same age group as us (15-16 years old, usually).
But anyway, I got up on that morning and I actually wasn't that anxious or worried. I got to my school for 9:15, and I got my results at half past. And it turns out, I did pretty well! I got 5 A*'s and 6 A's! Which means I've secured my place in the school for the next two years, to do the next step of our education, which is A Levels. I'm shitting myself but.. Ugh, hopefully I'll cope.
I think I wasn't that anxious about my results because I knew I had some grades in the bag already, like my Japanese. I got combined score of 299/300 on my 4 mini exams on it. I wasn't surprised, it was quite easy..
I also got some nice roses off my Aunt for doing the exams so well. I was touched! I've never gotten flowers before, so getting white roses made me all giddy and happy. They also reminded me of TERU and HIZAKI, which makes me smile looking at them too~
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With my crush, we literally just walked around for a few hours, looking for a Korean restaurant that never appeared, drank bubble tea and raided all of the sweet shops. It was nice, but we should've gone to the cinema or something, as we were literally bored 5 minutes after we met each other. Shows how well I can keep a conversation with someone I'm attracted to.
But school starts again on the 4th, and I'm mentally crapping myself, as I'm scared I'm going to be violently ill on that morning with anxiety and panic attacks, which have seen to have become the norm with me. Doctors aren't really helping, as the next time I can see the consultant is on the 20th of September, which is no use, when I'm on the verge of a very serious panic attack every single morning. Probably until then, it will have only gotten worse or something. I know that not getting help until now has caused more symptoms of depression and anxiety to appear.
Like mood swings. I've only had two so far, but booooy. They've been horrible. Laughing at a cheesy joke manically for 10 seconds before BOOM. I'm crying my eyes out on the kitchen table, wondering why I haven't got any friends left. I'm not even joking, it looks like I had stepped out of a comic book, the way it was so sudden and creepy.
But maybe I'll get better soon. Who knows. Maybe I'll even make some new friends!
...Naah, I don't see the latter of that occurring anytime soon.


