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SpaceDust937
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I failed miserably, I just need some advice
7 Cups Online Therapy / by SpaceDust937
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 August 29th, 2023
...See more A few days ago, I found out something that hit me like a ton of bricks: I missed the deadline for my dissertation. You know, that important piece of work that's supposed to be the culmination of my university journey. I had this misconception that I still had a good amount of time left, so imagine my shock when I realized it was already past due. I was under the impression I had a few more weeks to chip away at it. But the reality slapped me hard – not only had I failed to submit it on time, I hadn't even written a single word. Not. A. Single. Word. Why, you might ask? Why hadn't I at least started? The answer is a mix of things. Confidence? Nope, I seemed to be fresh out of that. Knowledge? I was convinced my brain was a barren wasteland when it came to the subject. Ability? I felt like a fish trying to climb a tree. Determination? Motivation? They seemed to have packed their bags and left me high and dry. And then there's this other peculiar part of me that seems to believe I wanted to fail. My university life, if you can even call it that now, has been spiraling. Over the past few months, I've distanced myself from everything related to my studies. Classes? Nah, I'm officially a no-show. Assignments? I've managed to fail a couple simply by not submitting anything. Guess what? I have a couple more deadlines coming up, and I'm well aware that I'll fail those too. Just adds to the collection, doesn't it? The truth is, I've grown to despise the very thought of university. It's like a maze of confusion and fear that I can't seem to navigate. Let me tell you, signing up for this whole thing was driven more by a sense of obligation than genuine interest because the alternative - getting a job - seemed impossible when I finished college few years ago. It still does seem impossible. But here's the kicker – I've kept all of this hidden. I haven't breathed a word about my colossal mess-up to my tutors or my family. The thought of their disappointment and disapproval is enough to send shivers down my spine. I'm not looking forward to the day when they inevitably pop the question, "So, how are things going with your studies?" How am I going to respond? Good question. And yet, here I am, pouring my heart out in text form. You know why? Part of it is classic procrastination, sure. But there's also this tiny fraction of me that craves understanding. It's like I want someone out there to just get it, to grasp the mess I've become and not judge me for it. And perhaps give me some sort of advice. Mind you, I'd never admit to any of this in person or even through a personal message. No, this is the kind of confession I'd only make to an anonymous stranger on the vast expanse of the internet.
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