Part 2 | Thesis, Tears & Too Many Tabs

hi. it's me. your local tired student.

and guess what? thesis is done. done.
(yes, i’m still in shock)

there were moments i really thought i wouldn’t make it.
not to be dramatic—but like... dramatic.

things that happened:

cried in front of my laptop (multiple times)
rewrote chapter 1... four times
lived off caffeine and sheer panic
made 20+ drafts of one table
googled “what if your thesis sucks but you tried” at 3 AM

i wasn’t always productive.
some days, i opened the doc, stared for two hours, then closed it.
some days, i wrote one paragraph and felt like a genius.
it was all messy. inconsistent. full of doubt.
but somehow, progress still happened.

my brain during the process:

“you got this!” → “no u don’t.”
“ok one last edit.” → rewrites entire section
“this is nonsense.” → “but like... academic nonsense?”

and now i’m here.
ready to register for defense.
still tired. still recovering.
but proud.
of every breakdown, every tiny win, every night i didn’t quit.

so, dear thesis:
you were pain.
but also proof.
that even in chaos, i can build something that matters.

“you don’t have to write perfectly.
you just have to write honestly.”
— Naz

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