You ever just… feel something clawing at the back of your throat, something sharp and hot, when everything around you is DEAD quiet? Was giving my final presentation today—the one that decides if I can even LOOK at applying for internships this summer—and I swear, the only thing I could focus on was the urge to just SCREAM "F*** OFF, PROFESSOR!" right at his face, mid-sentence about market trends. Like the world would just shatter, and maybe that would be… better? Am I the only one who gets that impulse, that almost physical ache to just… torch everything, even when you know how much you NEED this to work out, to keep the lights on?