With clasped hands.

It's killing me. There's just so much that a non-native can do. Why's he giving me such a hard time with my thesis? Is there a need to be so anal about methodology? Argh. Did I make a mistake? Would it have been better if I was less focused on reputation and had placed more emphasis on other more practical factors? I can't believe I was stupid enough to get into this armed with only a blurred idea. And now it's too late for any sort of regrets.

It's the stress talking. Feel like crying from the stress starting to build up inside. Awesome way to spend June. It was like this last year. This year is just an extension of the last. Perfect. And it will be a full-stretched extension, all the way into my thesis. Even more perfect. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know how am I going to get through this, I don't know how am I going to graduate. O Lord. Please constantly remind me that there are no 'what if's in your dictionary. This may feel like a mistake, a dead-end; and it may be really difficult to believe this right now, but I'm right where You want me to be.