Fuck My Stupid Baka Life!

Good morning!
It's finally March, thank fuck. Spring and warmer days are rearing their heads! Although, where I live, they seem keen on manifesting themselves through dense morning fog. Hm…
Anywho, despite all the pleasantries of spring, midterms for me are steadily approaching. That stinks, since it feels like life's been chucking things at me nonstop since January for literally no reason and I haven't a smidgen of a clue as to what's happening in my life ever. Adulthood's a real serious bitch, I suppose.

Although, the approach of spring means that school's almost out! …And finals are coming up by proxy. Eugh…

Speaking of school though, I was initially excited for my English class when I first signed up way back in December (weird to think that was already months ago). It's centering around college research, and I was so pumped because I was going to use it as an excuse to organize a formal yap session about the nerdy STEM topics that piqued my interest.
However — as aforementioned — life is a wretched experience. The entire curriculum revolves around personal research essays now, and no one gave me a heads up! I was devastated, since I greatly prefer my writing to be of the impersonal sort. This entire site and TWWS is genuinely the most intimate I've gotten with my works. Ever. I enjoy writing, despite my lack of expertise, but I'm just not that kind of guy; I'm not a sap. Why don't you wine and dine me first before asking for incredibly sensitive information to grade me on?
I can't lie and say I don't see where my school's coming from with this approach. Generative AI's left all the faculty members with ruffled feathers, especially in the English department. A personal essay is probably the best outcome without sacrificing human writing.

This paper is just… not what I wanted to do.
I was fully prepared to toil over a jargon-heavy paper on old arcade machines, or maybe something relating to cosmology and astrobiology, but — fuck me in the ass — I'm writing about TWWS for a research paper. Don't shame me, it was the only personal topic I could think of that I give a fuck about.

It's just weird, you know? I don't talk about TWWS ever outside of very rarely asking for coding help or showing what I'm working on once in a blue moon. I used to chat about it quite about to online friends and write little snippets of in-universe stuff for my high school's creative writing class, but now, I just let it rot in the corner somewhere, so to speak.
…And that's for good reason, mind you. How the hell am I supposed to articulate this mess without sounding like a lunatic? Some friends of mine encourage me to inform them about my OCs, but… again, I'm not that kind of guy. Yes, very ironic considering this blog and this site. In my defense, I need something to do with my life. Why not meet up with an old friend: obsessive documentation of my interests?

Like, that question's been haunting me since I chose this god-forsaken topic; how the fuck am I supposed to write about me being a little freak for a research paper? This will probably be the most difficult piece I'll ever create by a long shot.
Sure, my instructor said he was "excited" to see my final product, but I can't help but be overcome by dread nonetheless.

Hey, at least this is almost over (for a few months), right?