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I realized all of this last night, halfbaked and drunk, puking in a toilet:

I need $5,000 and FAST.

I'm going to be a production assistant in LA!

I'm going to be the best fucking wife in the world.

I'm going to be the next Conan O'Brien from the '90s.

I'm actually going to go to school more often instead of skipping class to play music and smoke weed with my friends.

I'm not the only one in the world who has a nerdy little notepad in her pocket.

I may like to party but I have my shit together.

I've felt like my life was over a grip of times. But I've realized that I'd wasted too many years focusing on one wrong that I let get to me.

I really want a drumset and a Macbook.

I'm gonna prove them all wrong and be the first of us to succeed in something I love/out of their precise point of success instead of being someone else.

I'm going to go take a shit now.