it’s not a real party until you sneak away to the bathroom to question your existence as you stare at yourself in the mirror haha
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being lectured and shredded about my “lack” of work ethic as a senior in my design program at undergrad. While having my desires, passions, and “true” motivators for why I want to be a designer challenged and wrongly accused/assumed. Let me fucking graduate and leave, I’m done with this mild(?) abuse.

