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I hated school, everything about school; the homework, teachers, hallways, learning, papers, math, studying, and trying so hard to just fail.
It was around 12:37pm when I started to type my English essay that suddenly, I remembered love. I remembered how much I loved writing and thinking, then learning, and trying just for me. I love that. But I could never do it as a living, because to write for someone else’s standard, destroys my creativity. I can’t do it.
And at the risk of losing my will to love and feeling normal and stupid forever, I will write for me.
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