I'm Annie, I'm eighteen, and though I'm going to college for fashion design, I have this nagging feeling that I'm doomed to be a writer. My writing sometimes comes from a very dark place, and sometimes comes from a state of hazy, drug-induced euphoria. I hope these words are as enjoyable, empowering, and sometimes painful, to read as they are to write.

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Sitting by the Ocean With a Typewriter