I don't know anyone in the pictures.
Sometimes I think I will write something really interesting. But then I just want to take a nap instead.
While I love Elizabeth Wurtzel, her never-ending article in New York Magazine depressed the crap out of me.
The only reason I started grad school is so I could get financial aid to pay rent. That is how fucked I am right now.
Where did I go wrong.
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