You know, the kind of loneliness you feel when the vehicle is hurtling past night lights, and you're surrounded by relentless chatter all around you, but you're reduced to shoving your earphones in because you're so bad that you don't quite know or catch an opening to join into the crowd babble ( Read more... )

I know that medicine is a huge pain in the ass and I always tell myself that what's done is done and to always keep my head high but--why am I always so afraid handling that extra effort? Like you know you don't want something and you don't see the point in working yourself to the bones for something you won't even be happy about ( Read more... )