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Goddamnit. As if I wasn't stressed enough. I was just given two stories to write and file by Friday. I'm not a fucking reporter! Seriously. Plus, I have the wonderful Graduation coverage to look forward to in 2 weeks. I hate this place. So so so much. And people wonder why I drink so much. Everyone at the Dp is seriously an alcoholic. It's the only way to get through a work week. Fucking a. I don't want to write. Not at all. I'm so convinced now that I am a shitty writer and have no skill what so ever that it puts such dread in me to even think about having to write. I'm just going to fuck it all up. Like everything else. Ugh.