I can't do this. I can't write a coherent sentence, much less a convincing statement of purpose.
No grad school is going to want me.
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AKA Idina Pashmina
Type_A_Tiff: There's nothing hard about her.
Broadway_star_tomorrow: Yeah. Her arteries.