vexed. stuck. helpless.
when faced with an incomprehensible essay.
the ideas are there but they just don't seem to fit.
the deadline looms closer despite my struggle for an entire day.
at this point in time, i hate myself for being the perfectionist that i am.
such that if i don't finish this essay in a satisfied manner, i will definitely not start studying for my stats test tomorrow.

oh crap, i so wanna bang my head on the wall right now.