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yesterday was…wow.
Writing an essay on Amélie.
Well, evidently I am not, I am procrastinating doing it.
I’m going to Auschwitz on Thursday! Can’t decide whether or not I am dreading it or am majorly excited. I think I will probably return an emotional wreck.
But I think I need to see it.
These things always unintentionally end up sounding ridiculously cliché, so brace yourself. I like reading and I love history, but i'm not yet sure how i'm going to turn that into a job that pays as well as my ridiculously high standards are going to require me to. I overthink everything and i'm not sure i believe in love, though it would be quite nice to be proven wrong. My best friend, lucy, means so much more to me than she will ever know and my best "guy" friend ant and I, have the most bizarre, yet comfortable relationship ever.
