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This next month is going to be hell on earth, forcing me to withdraw in order to get work done. I'm going to miss out on some of my last opportunities to spend time with some friends here at Yale. What's worst is that I feel like a cad for complaining, because falling behind was my own fault, and everyone has their work to deal with. My complaining, deservedly so, is starting to be met with rolling eyes and pity for my lack of ethic.
On the one hand, I am sick of silently crying myself to sleep at night. I need people.
On the other hand, I really don't know how to get through this much work in which I don't have the slightest clue what I'm doing, except that I need to make it my life for the next several weeks.
I don't know that I've ever felt so miserable in all my life.
On the one hand, I am sick of silently crying myself to sleep at night. I need people.
On the other hand, I really don't know how to get through this much work in which I don't have the slightest clue what I'm doing, except that I need to make it my life for the next several weeks.
I don't know that I've ever felt so miserable in all my life.