Monday came, and I lathered my face with foundation, concealer and powder, to cover the bags under my eyes.
All I did through the remaining days of the week was cry my eyes out, lock myself in the room for most of it and cried whenever I think about Tobias and what he did to me.
I couldn't even bring myself to read, I tried several times to open my book, but in the end, I soak my notes with another round of tears.
And here I am walking into school with no clue as to what I would write down for my CSC paper today, never have I failed a course from the first year to year three.
This behaviour might lead to my first carry over on a course, and I dread how many carryovers I should expect for this semester if my mental state keeps up like this.
I walked into the examinati
