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Wednesday, 26th of November, 2014

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Wednesday, 26th of November, 2014

It genuinely distressed me that I was unable to take a proper bath while on campus, because there was nothing like taking a long, hot bath, filled with wondrous bubbles — and, not to mention, both candles and wine were more than welcome — when you're completely and utterly stressed, and really needed some time to yourself to take the edge off and relax for a bit. However, since Unity Hall lacked in baths, I was unable to use this particular relaxation method, and so I tended to be at a complete loss when it came to calming myself down when I was stressed — or angry, or upset, or any other emotion that could lead to stress. So, in reality, pretty much every emotion out there.

Numerous times I had tried other methods that people suggested, but they just weren't the same as a bath, if I was being honest. I tried screaming into my pillow, squeezing a stress ball, and, Mila's favourite, downing as much alcohol as I could as fast as possible so that I would forget all my worries for a night — or afternoon, depending on the time that we drank our bodyweight in alcohol. As great of efforts these might have been, not a single one really appealed to me all that much. I mean, for starters, squeezing a stress ball was something I never really got the point of, and I had honestly never seen the appeal in screaming to rid of any emotions that were bottling me up. As for drinking a lot of alcohol... Well, that tended to happen most weekends since I had been on campus, anyway. Finding the perfect relaxation method during the semester was something I had yet to accomplish, so I really did appreciate going home to London all that bit more during exam time, because it meant that I was able to take a nice bath and help calm my nerves and whatever else I needed to do.

And so, because of a complete lack in the appropriate relaxation method, I had been stressed to the max through my exams the past week, and I had barely even gotten any sleep. Energy drinks became my main source of liquid, and I even attempted coffee at one point, but I remembered just how much I disliked the hot beverage as soon as the brown liquid hit my tongue.

I had an exam the following day, so I was spending the night trying to cram for it — my books were spread all across my bed as I attempted to work out which one I needed to start with — when my phone beeped, informing me of a new text message. Upon reading it, I groaned because it was Jasper telling me that he missed me, and even though that was generally a positive thing to say, I knew it meant that he wanted to come see me. And, again, that was supposed to be a good thing, but I would have much rather be alone when I was so stressed and trying to cram — not even Mila or Violet were allowed in my dorm. They knew my rules.

As the night progressed, and it was nearing one in the morning, I decided to call it a night. I needed some proper rest before the exam in the morning, and even though I felt like I needed to study more to make sure I was prepared, I knew my bed was calling me. I was probably going to fall asleep, anyway, if I stayed up any longer. So, I put all my books onto my desk, and curled up under my duvet. It didn't take long before I had fallen asleep.

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