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so i was sitting in design, working on my project, when an odd thought came into my head. why the freaking heck am i doing art? i just stopped, and wondered why i was there, at art school, working on a piece. i have no answers. i guess im good at it, but that is what im wondering. why am i good at art? why wasnt i good at math? why wasnt i good at sewing? why cant i comprehend chemistry? why arent i stellar at poetry?
so pretty much, why am i who i am?
what was he thinking?
but i like me, so thats cool.
so pretty much, why am i who i am?
what was he thinking?
but i like me, so thats cool.