I put on my dress and layers of layers of make-up only to take them all off again.
It is my last paper for the year and I don't want to look pretty. I want to go to school with dark eye circles, messy bed hair and pimples. I wear them like badges of honour.
To the sleep I have missed, the panic I have felt and the mental torture I put myself through day-in, day-out. I am glad I am able to make peace with my previous results and get back on my feet again.