Intermittent crying regarding frustration finding sources because archives are hell and horribly organized and nobody gets back to you.
Somebody suggests you might actually need help on the damn thesis but you’re feeling hostile and defensive so you ignore their advice and later collapse even though you are actually a nice person underneath it all.
Ravenous bouts of hunger that make you feel productive because at least you’re fueling your next bout of angst and guilt-filled procrastination that will end with you falling asleep reading a source at 3 am.
When you think you’ve been really fucking productive but then realize how much more is left to do.
When you try to do things you enjoy like beach walks and making photographs but are consistently hounded by the reality that you’re not working on the thesis and you suck and it’s all futile and life is cold and the universe indifferent.
Trying to explain to your family who doesn’t really get it that this is really really hard and that all of these problems actually matter.
More sobbing because for some reason Andy sobbing matters a lot and feels relevant because he’s so pure and good and at one point you probably were too.
At some point you’ll reach the stage where you feel cold and emotionless and more like a shell of a human. But since you have good skincare routines and a decent sartorial sense you’ll at least look decent.
Much love for Twin Peaks – especially Andy. But yes, this is also like me compiling my reading for my dissertation.
But less, because it’s a bachelor’s degree.
So it’ll be fine right?
Yes! You shall prevail! Best of luck fellow academic!