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Listening to sad music helps me to accept my fate as worthless hack.

My new mantra: I will never amount to anything, and no one will ever love me.

This is what my four years at Smith have imparted to me. Thank you, Smith College, for finally breaking me of my hopes and dreams. They were kind of a burden anyway. I am looking forward to my future as a nameless cog pushing paper in a windowless office. It will certainly be better than that empty, cold apartment waiting for me to come home. But maybe I'll have a couple weeks vacation in which to contemplate the meaninglessness of my existence, unencumbered by cheering distractions.

I still haven't finished my paper.