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I started to write something but couldn't finish it or get my point across so you'll just have to imagine the amazing piece of literary genius it would have been. It was basically about my struggle with the classic dilemma:
What The Fuck Am I Doing With My Life?
It was more of an interested musing than a desperate, hair-pulling, no hope in sight kind of thing..
I pretty much have no idea what I will be doing, what I want to be doing, or what I should be doing.