Today i read my master thesis for the first time after i submitted on September. It has been seven months since i haven't read a single word from it. Do you know the feeling of when you study too long on something, put efforts on it days, weeks and months, reach a point that you can't stand seeing it anymore and it gives you a literal vomitous feeling? Yeah, i was pretty much at that point. But today, with that sense comes from out of nowhere, i managed to read my thesis sentence by sentence and i kinda like it. I respected the work that i wrote in the stressful and dark times that i no longer live in the UK and had a lot of distractions. I even have to look at a dictionary several times while reading it. That means i created such a complicated and talented work which i cannot fully understand now. And i proud of myself. Why i am writing this? To show off my work? Hell no. Lately, i have the fear of an upcoming PhD. The thought of “what the heck am i gonna do on the ...
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