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