... And no, please, please, please not writing.
I am honestly sick to death of my reputation as that writer.
Hey, you're that writing goddess, aren't you?
As much as it is flattering to be called this, there is more to me than swirly blue loops and ink stains on my fingertips.
Add that to my inability to figure out what to do with my life.
Can I just go hide under a rock now? Please?
This summer, I am going to learn something new. Totally bloody new. (No, acting doesn't count because I've been there, done that.)
And I'm going to make sure people know there's more to me than this. this this. constant sense of fulfillment.
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