Well, with my decided career path, I'll probably by depressed and spending my last few dollars feeding my drug addiction to cope with my crippling failure trying to become a writer and loss of anyone who ever cared that I was even alive because they were sick of me bumming money with the promise that "I'll pay them back" once "my latest book takes off". I'll probably end up slowly killing myself and eventually passing away at ~34 years old.
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I'm choosing happiness over money, but the career I decided would make me happiest is not an easy career to get in, regardless of qualifications.
