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Thursday, July 2
Being alive is a huge responsibility!
I can barely stand it.
I feel a great pressure to do something.
I don't want to die unaccomplished, but if these first 16 years are any indication of the rest of my life (and they probably are a very very good indication), then I'm in a bit of a pickle.
Children's TV has taught me everybody has a special talent or skill, but what the hell is mine?
Also, my dad has got me private 1-on-1 tutoring with a Korean (obviously) girl named MinSuh or something.
I don't really like using this word but it seems appropriate here.
Awwwwwwwwwwkwaaaaard.
Sorry MinSuh.
If you ever learn English properly and stumble upon this blog, sorry.
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