i hate my thesis.

i hate that i hate my thesis.

i want to drop out of school and drive away as fast as i can.

instead, i'm sitting the library with a headache and a tupperware-bowl with salad i do not want that sat in the fridge for too long.

my feet are hot and have not been tended to, and my face feels like it needs to be scrubbed.

i want to yell at the next smiling person i see.