It takes you thirty minutes to brush your teeth because you fell asleep on the toilet.
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And another thirty to do your skincare. If you're going to be facing your impending doom, you'd like to have at least a washed face.
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And another thirty you spend on Telegram.You try your darnedest - plugging in to ASMR, white noise, your recorded Lit lectures - the whole trifecta. And it works, thankfully. So you nap for a bit before you wake up again and find that you can't go back to sleep. What time is it now?
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Not bad. You get up to...
[[brush your teeth.]]
[[check your messages.]]
Even after about ninety minutes of trying to psych yourself up by convincing yourself nobody will miss you and this is for the financial betterment of your family, you find that you do not have the (text-colour:red)[Guts] to kill yourself. Sad!
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Guess there's no choice but to...
[[brush your teeth.]]
[[check your messages.]]Congrats! You've mindlessly scrolled on Twitter for an hour and a half. Now you get to feel guilty for wasting time staring at fictional men and exhaling-through-nose at briefly funny tweets when you could've been doing something else productive, like writing, probably.
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You figure you should...
[[brush your teeth.]]
[[check your messages.]]
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There's ^^(text-colour:red)[23.02.24. 0900 HRS.]^^
It could be a great morning. You could be sleeping in right now, or swaddled in a blanket tucked up to your chin, half-awake as you doomscroll on your phone. But you're not.
Instead, you're sat up in your bed, eyes bleary and tired from yesterday night's (this morning's?) doomscrolling, and you're sat up because... well, there's no other way to put it.
(text-style:"fidget")+(text-style:"bold","smear")[''The Reckoning is upon you.'']
It's Results Day.
Naturally, you...
[[brush your teeth, like a normal person would upon waking up.]]
[[check your messages. No way you're the only one up and freaking out.]]
[[go back to sleep.]]
[[return to the cesspool of Twitter to escape from your worldly responsibilities.]]
[[leap from the nearest window]]Welcome to
//''(text-colour:red)[A Level Results Collection Simulator]''//
content warnings: A Levels, suicide ideation
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