I will fail this class, like all the others.
It’s all my fault.
I’m a failure.
Why do I bother?
I’m going to be stuck in this repetitive cycle of minimal effort, laziness, and whining about being without; I have no one to blame but myself.
I am a burden to others and especially, to myself.
I have 3 hours.
I need a miracle and it’s not going to happen.
Here comes the dread.