I am in the HOME STRETCH. 250 words separate me from completing my applications. But I am fried and I can't think of any, or as I just mistyped "I can't think of me." That's right I CAN'T THINK OF ME. And it's a shame because I need 250 words about how awesome I am and how awesome I will be in these grad programs. I need awesome awesomey words of awesomeness. And I have none.
And I fully realize that by the time I finish this sentence I will have typed the equivalent of about half of the number of words I need for my application, but you know? I can't do this. I can't write words formally anymore. I feel like I've been out of school too long and I can't express myself clearly or coherently and I feel lost and disoriented and shitty. Oh my God what if I can't do this?
WHAT IF I CAN'T DO THIS?!?!?!
Don't even try to comfort me right now
And I fully realize that by the time I finish this sentence I will have typed the equivalent of about half of the number of words I need for my application, but you know? I can't do this. I can't write words formally anymore. I feel like I've been out of school too long and I can't express myself clearly or coherently and I feel lost and disoriented and shitty. Oh my God what if I can't do this?
WHAT IF I CAN'T DO THIS?!?!?!
Don't even try to comfort me right now
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I won't. But I will go make an ITMFA shirt now...
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