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Things are going well!!

I took my permit test passed, first try. I have plans to be a medical assistant. They really do mean it when they say eighteen year olds can be dramatic. I don’t know if anyone outside my friends and family care but I needed to put it somewhere else. I feel good! My grandma and dad have told me they’re gonna help me get a car. I’m eighteen and things are going my way!! For now anyway. I’m probably gonna be back to feeling hopeless a couple days from now but for right now I feel great content, excited for my future!! AND my the story that I’m writing has one fan begging for more, my friend.

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I just graduated high school

I don’t know what to do. I mean I have vague plans, like my mom and I talked about doing this course in radiology and that sounds like a good idea. I just have no real interest in it, I don’t have interest in anything. I wanna continue going to school but I just don’t feel the slightest passion for anything. Except writing and acting and I don’t know how to get started in either and there is no guarantee it’ll go anywhere. At least with radiology or any other profession there is steps, a clear-ish road ahead but not with acting or writing. I’ve come home from hanging out with my friends and it’s hit me. What am I going to do? Go to work and go home to continue writing my story? I want more. I’m so depressed of the state of my life before it’s even begun, how pathetic is that? I don’t really have anyone to go to for this. Maybe if I do community and take some classes in creative writing they’ll guide me there? I really need help. I just want a job that involves writing or ideas for one.

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CMON TUMBLR, GIVE ME MORE MEDIA ABOUT HIM!!!!!

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category is wet cat man named bob played by lewis pullman

THEY’RE HAVING A BOB OFF

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I speed walk through the busy streets. My phone buzzed as the loud city noises became muffled.

^^Jo is calling^^ the A.I voice informed me.

“Answer” I said aloud.

“Hey, where are you?” Jo asked, the soft chatter of the restaurant they were in the background.

“Yeah I am, sorry. My fucking boss made us do the paper all over again. Because it was “too imposing” or whatever the fuck. I’m like five minutes away. Less than five minutes.”

I weave in and out, walking almost running to make it across the street before the sign turns.

“Okay okay

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hyped for the next episode

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alicent feels the vibrations of rhaenyra kissing another woman and immediately goes to drown herself in the lake. real lesbian representation right there

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Black Council: We haven’t received word from Daemon.

Daemon at Harrenhal:

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I want to be a great writer but god I can’t seem to write anything, I rarely start something and when I do I leave it unfinished. And I look back at the stories I’ve started and just feel like a failure, a fraud for calling myself a ‘writer’. I know what I’m feeling isn’t new to a writer but still how do I commit?? Only a slightly rhetorical question btw.

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You reach your hand into a box,

Which holds everything you have ever lost

What do you look for first?

It holds material possessions, 

As well as memories. 

What comes to mind first?

Can it be people you have lost? 

Yes

My aunt then,

Whatever for?

She was always so rude to you,

 

Always favorited your cousins 

They were more to her liking

I think I may have misjudged her

 

I am afraid I will end up like her

I am afraid, 

She introduced me to death,

Then my great-grandmother,

Then my, 

Then my eighteen-year-old cousin.