Oh thesis...

Gone are the days of feeling grown up. Feeling like an important student researcher on the brink of uncovering a unique niche of social knowledge to be cleanly presented to a very impressed faculty panel. Excitement, energy, self confidence, satisfaction.

No, no...

It feels like a piece of dead weight from an old life that I can't wait to get out of. Its a symbol of competition and worry that I will never be good enough, evidence of my inability to complete things and achieve things, evidence that this whole foray into academia was just a sham and that I never had the brains to do anything significant.

At least that how it feels right now.