this post is a little delayed but since when i was ever consistent (well, it's ironic that im consistently inconsistent). i've submitted my final year project. i'm essentially done with school. the feeling is still quite surreal even it has been 3 days since 30 april. 4 years of school that eventually led to a 10k word paper that is submitted online. ngl, it's different sending it through the internet than submitting a physically bound book to the undergraduate office. a little anticlimatic but it is what it is (it is what it is HAHAHAHA). throughout these 4 years, there is so much doubt of whether i can do this. so much doubt over my writing abilities with every essay i've written. always second guesisng myself. the need to prove to peopel that i have original thought is so bad (nothing is ever original) that i have what it takes to do this bloody degree. so much doubt of the future that lies ahead. the reality presented is that to write for a living is a ver...