I'm a writer, but I don't need to be published. I'm a singer, but I don't need to perform.
I don't know if that's that wrong.
Why can't I just learn and do what I want? Why do I need fame, to push myself into a place of glory. Not that it wouldn't feel great to be published in The New Yorker, but I don't want to deal with the competition. All it
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