The Story of How I Didn't Become a Doctor or a Pharmacist

One cold October night in 2015, after hours of restless pacing and hand wringing, I dropped all my science classes and have since dedicated myself to pursuing a dream of making a living off of my artistic creativity. 

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Three years later, after numerous number attempts to quit and go back to a safe but knowingly miserable pathway, that dream is still in fruition. 

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I am nothing special. I write out the sounds in my head, nothing more nothing less. 

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