Last semester breathing down my neck, theory exams stacked like unpaid debts, final year project whispering “you’re not ready yet.” Internships knocking not asking, demanding proof that I’m more than a name on a half-baked résumé. Lab practicals. where logic dies under pressure and marks depend more on timing than knowledge. And somewhere in the background, last year’s ghosts. backlogs with unfinished business, dragging chains through my present. This isn’t pressure. This is a slow collapse disguised as “final year.” And they still expect calm. Consistency. Performance. Like I’m not drowning in deadlines I never agreed to. So yeah... fuck this CS degree, but quitting would hurt more than whatever this is. And I’ve already survived worse.
-Azel
