Hmm. I met Sandra Cisneros. It was amazing. Yet now I want to write the things I want to write, and not the things I need to be writing. I love Shakespeare, don't get me wrong. I just have a paper due in an hour that I could care less about. I'll turn in some writing. But why can't it be something I actually want to write?
My head is exploding, and I want to let it. Let me out of my cage.
please.
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