Stuck

Just imagine yourself sitting in front of computer, trying to write down few lines that can change your life forever. The thing is that it is not as easy as breathing. When one minute passes, you say "It's OK. Let's try again." It is five minutes already and it is like "Come on. Work faster." One hour..two hours and still nothing. And you will tell your brain "Dammit, stupid jerk."

It is a very daunting task to pretend as if I were being chased by bears, lions, or wild dogs. I still don't move no matter what happens. Perhaps to escape from reality I should keep this Confucian quote in my mind: "It doesn't matter how slowly you go as long as you don't stop." My question is: how slow can I go until I am at my wit's end?

The collision of the words "dead" and "line" is the weapon that kills me slowly right now. Everytime I keep in touch with this, nobody is my best friend. Not even my family, not even you, not even me.  Well, this goes along with how teary-eyed you get at the end of the torture.

Don't understand what I am trying to say? So here it is.

I hate thesis.

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