Fuck.

Why can't I just work anymore?

My academic mind is broken, why can't I get it cranking anymore?

I'll work so fucking hard on anything halfway creative, even if it isn't necessary.

But give me a paper and I just can't fucking do it.

Okay Sanchez.

Breathe.

You

Can

Do

This

That light at the end of the tunnel?

It is very real, and you need to be ready so the light doesn't burn your skin off.

Go.