Over.

There, it's over. I'm done. School etc. Last test.

...It doesn't seem right. Where is my feeling of excitement? Elation? Nothing. It's not there.

It feels like every other bloody Monday. My agenda for this week is crammed full, and though it's mostly celebratory stuff... I still feel as if it's just another week. Oh God, maybe I've lost the ability to feel excited. Nah, that can't be right. My pulse accelerated during the last 2min of the maths exam-I could hear my heart beating. Then I managed to write "divergent" when I meant "convergent" and "less than" when I really meant "greater than".

Good job, me.

But eh, fuck all. I only remember what I failed, anyway. I'm pretty sure I got more correct than incorrect. Hopefully it's enough to be above a 93, but if it's not, I guess I don't really care. Not that I've cared about much this term... or any other term...

Hmmm, that was a good question, I got asked the other time. What do I care about?