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I'm supposed to write an essay about some exciting event in my life and I realized that I didn't want to write about anything and that everything that I thought about made me nauseous not because I have a terrible life or because it would be impossible to write about those things or even that they were boring it was just the assignment I don't want to write about something exciting that happened to me I've never wanted to write.. memoirs.. and I never imagined myself as the kind of person who would. I'd rather these things went undocumented.