Sometimes my Dad is so fucking stupid. Why can't he see that me getting into uni isn't going to be a fucking walk in the park, my portfolio is utter crap, and I have no time to work on it And he's still like, "oh don't bother with a fifth choice, you won't need it"
I hate UCAS. I want to cry. I don't even know if I want to do graphics anymore. It's too late to change. I fucking hate this. The deadline is Friday