At the end of all things

Not video games this time, personal whining. At your own risk.

I'd say dear God if I wouldn't have issues with him, but please dear Whatever, just make this stop.

I've got 2 days to finish my thesis and have no idea how'd I do that. Why the holy fuck should I do always like this, everything in the very last moment. Up to this point I've always succeded but this is a big one to swallow and the most irritating thing is that there's only one sinner here, me. I can't point to someone or curse the system (not that that would provide any relief), just tell myself "You fucked it up, now bear the consequences. Again."

There's still hope however, I make a progress just don't know what to do with my anger. Maybe I should just ask someone to 'dance' with me (stolen from James Vega himself).

2 days and whatever happens I'd be back to talking about Mass Effect, running my brains out and maybe I'd spend a whole night kneading dough (maybe it's not your cup of tea, but it's totally calming.)

End rant, back to work. My apologies.