...I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I HATE MY LIFE! Times infinity!!!!! (I typed those all out!)
It's the most beautiful weekend in Seattle all year and I have been writing for three days STRAIGHT! INSIDE! And I'm going INSANE!
You have NO IDEA how much pain I am in!
Take home neuropsychology final test: 17 pages, single-spaced, and I'm not even done. (Expectation was that it not exceed 65 pages double-spaced.)
Neuropsychology final paper: 5 pages, single-spaced, and I'm not even done. (Expectation was 15 to 30 pages double-spaced.)
Seriously. I'm turning blue with rage. I HATE, HATE, HATE this.
This Master's better be worth all the time, money, and physical pain I've endured.
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