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  • Brenna McNamara

yours truly, brenna

Time- 1:49 am. Mood- surprisingly awake. Ambition- to jump out of the window. Lol jk.

For the city that never sleeps, sh*t looks pretty dead right now. Maybe it’s because all the Wall Street wannabes are drunk off their a$$ in a bar right now or the city college kids aimlessly scrolling through tiktok to help them destress from pre-finals work. I think we can all agree that we have just entered the most stressful month of the year. WHY? Because while I wait for the sun to come up to go to bed, my friend is sipping margaritas on a beach in the Domincan Republic. It’s so hard to see others living your dream. If I had it my way, I’d be jchillin in a hammock on the coast of California with David Schwimmer serving me a virgin pina colada (one more year). Although, me and my roommate have been talking about backpacking around Europe so I’d settle for that too. Honestly, just anything to get me out of writing this religion essay.

The more you focus on your aspirations, I’ve found the less work I get done. Because then reality hits that I will graduate as a marketing major probably roughing it in my parents house earning $20,000 yearly ($25,500 if I’m lucky). Although it’s still good to have dreams. For instance, mine is to move to England, “accidentally” bump into a youtuber that I’ve had a crush on for awhile and make him fall in love with me. I should probably strive for more of a Zac Eron or Tesla dude type but I also like to stay humble. Anyways… the light just turned off on me so I’ll take that as my sign to go to bed and I wish everyone the best on their finals! :)

Also, Drake slaps.

Yours truly,



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