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I'm so worried, confused, and unsure about college and what I want to do with my life...
Me and a million other whining, bitching teenagers. Blahblah I am so different, and this common complaint
is important enough to be logged in a 2k word document thats just going to be lost in the vast, cavernous vagina of the internet. Swallowed up, as they like to say. Sluuurrrrp.
I'm rambling and I'm musing and I'm beginning to harbor very distressing thoughts. Hey life lets stand still for a few years, say ten or twenty, right at this moment. Humor me, go ahead. I don't know what my mind thinks its doing right now, wondering around and getting rowdy with the locals I'd imagine.
Godamn. UF or FSU to pursue a lifetime of criminal psychology (of course I wouldnt settle at psychology- thats for pussies and squares, it would be straight up to psychiatry for me, yes.)
Pratt for creative writing... which would hopefully lead to mass riches, etcetc.
BOO :( (Ghost school for.... haunting?)
ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh end.