I would never want anything right now on my last year in college but to finish our thesis. Telling myself each day that I would finish it makes me even guiltier of not doing anything for it at all; it’s like working on a treadmill, pretending that you are going on a track, while in fact, you are not. I didn’t share this up because I’m complaining. It’s just that I need to spit it out for the chance that I’ll feel better; and I do, really. Going back to where I started, having finished our thesis will feel like a release from a long exile; and when that time came, I would definitely smile which will make my lips touch my ears.
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