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I have three days to write a proposal for a big paper I want to write for my master's program. I have nothing planned and no time to do such a thing. I have ruined myself utterly and I feel guilty and afraid. They turned down the project I actually wanted to write and now I am left flapping freely in the breeze.
I want to feel persecuted, as though no one understands me. I fear that everyone understands me, however, and no one cares.