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The Lewd Angel

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Hi

If you need to find me I am in the library having a fucking panic attack about school. Everytime I think about finishing my essay I feel like I am going to puke or cry. I feel like I am going to fail because I can't write these stupid things. Also fuck university- sorry but what is the point of writing for no audience. How many hours have people spent writing essays that only their teachers read? How many people even move on to have an audience for their writing after school? I hate that universities are so self obsessed. Writing research essays about subjects I have no opinion on will not make me a better writer unless I was born with nothing to say. I feel like it is big excersize of not giving a shit, just here waste your energy and words in our little club. Probaby this makes no sense to anyone else and I am un-proving my own point by not being clear.

I feel depressed for academics who finish school and then get out and are totally unconnected to the rest of the world. It is like your ten year game is over and now what? They should be giving out conch shells at graduations instead of degrees.

My mom told me to just hold my breath and finish my essay. I think I might try it.

Oh okay. I am doing some umm paint therapy umm hahaha. Also Oh I suck at Adobe Illustrator. Sorry this is not up to my high ms paint standards.

OK I am going to try out not caring bye.

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