Planet Thesis Terror

Conclusion, final round of edits, formatting, and abstract. Fifteen syllables that make me squirm. I am terrified of my thesis, even when I am this close to finishing. I sincerely hope that is a normal feeling. Sure, I have been (and continue to be) anxious, frustrated, and unmotivated, but to be scared, to be fearful of my own project?

"Scared of what specifically, to finish?" I ask. "Certainly not," I reply.

"Scared to sit down and get going?" I ask. "Always," I reply.

"Scared it won't be good enough?" I ask. "No, edits are always an option," I reply.

"Scared for no apparent reason?" I ask. "Apparently so," I reply.

"You and your thesis show classic signs of a the brain eaters syndrome," I suggest.

I look at the girl with frazzled hair, crazy eyes, gasping mouth, and exploding brain.

"Now, that explains it all!" I exclaim.

Case solved. Back to writing I go. Well, me and my tin foil thinking cap.

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