...and bury myself in it.
I went for a test which I failed.
Felt so so down that I cried while Hubby's on the other line (which is so not me!).
It was a pretty depressing and demoralizing moment.
But.
I insist on being strong and go through another try which is the final try.
Promised myself that 2 tries is all I am gonna take. So yeah.
And now, I shall lock myself up in the room making some noises while I weep quietly on my failure.
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