Serious Thesis Blues
I'm driving myself to the edge. I could feel it. Like I'm rolling down with a crowd of boulders down a hill. Gravity pulls and I am seemingly powerless to do anything about it.
I HATE my thesis. Passionately. I would drop it if I could but that just wouldn't be decent. Not to my company, not to Kat's family, not to the people who helped me out, my cousins, their friends...and certainly not to myself.
I am so overwhelmed by it and the fact that we still don't have sponsors (and money!) for our premier next month, that I'm starting to snark at everyone. This can't be good.
I need help. Honest to goodness help. The kind that will sit down with me and figure this out with me, day by day by day. The future doesn't bode well for the frog and it hasn't seemed grimmer in quite a while, though I should be grateful I'm still alive.
But, sometimes being alive just isn't enough. Oh, woe is me!
I HATE my thesis. Passionately. I would drop it if I could but that just wouldn't be decent. Not to my company, not to Kat's family, not to the people who helped me out, my cousins, their friends...and certainly not to myself.
I am so overwhelmed by it and the fact that we still don't have sponsors (and money!) for our premier next month, that I'm starting to snark at everyone. This can't be good.
I need help. Honest to goodness help. The kind that will sit down with me and figure this out with me, day by day by day. The future doesn't bode well for the frog and it hasn't seemed grimmer in quite a while, though I should be grateful I'm still alive.
But, sometimes being alive just isn't enough. Oh, woe is me!