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It's hard, you know? It's hard, and each day it gets a little bit harder. It's 6:30 in the morning, and I don't want to go to sleep because tomorrow will seem to come that much quicker. I'm twenty years old, for god's sake. Twenty years, and what have I done with my life? I don't mean changing the world type shit, I'm just saying, I want something to happen in my life. Something that's something. Something worth living for, something worth... mentioning, at least. And what about the next twenty years? When I'm forty, am I going to be lying in my room watching Buffy all night long? If there's a Ph.D. on the wall, will that make it any better? Will there be someone in bed next to me?