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It's that time of year again: as a new school year commences, I become obsessed with what I want to make of myself. To start thinking, and overthinking, who I want to be and how to get there, and invariably fall back into old patterns of useless, circular introspection, with the occasional bout of overdressed mania.

...Actually, fuck it. I'm stopping this post right here.

Edit: Smile, Oscar loves you!