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Whenever I hear about a writer killing him or herself, I can't help but think: what is it about our kind that makes us do that? But of course, it's a rhetorical question, because I know exactly what it is about our kind that makes us do something like that.
Recently, I asked my friends to take a vote on what my future career is... I'm so confused that I am willing to just let a bunch of people who know me make up my mind.
Recently, I asked my friends to take a vote on what my future career is... I'm so confused that I am willing to just let a bunch of people who know me make up my mind.