When things get rough...
It's just so stressful. All of it. The constant late nights, the worrying about exams, the homework, the essays. Nothing ever lets up. But, of course, it's up to me to defeat the assignments presented before me. My resolve to become a doctor wavers, but it will never falter.
I need an escape.
I need a way to recover my lost innocence.
I wish the only 3:30 I ever see represented the afternoon and not the morning.
I realize my audience for this has dwindled, possibly died out. But it helps to get out these feelings of helplessness. An otherwise happy life is marred by my schoolwork. It's temporary, I know, but nothing can top the emotional rollercoaster I've gone through this semester.
Guess I gotta keep going.
I need an escape.
I need a way to recover my lost innocence.
I wish the only 3:30 I ever see represented the afternoon and not the morning.
I realize my audience for this has dwindled, possibly died out. But it helps to get out these feelings of helplessness. An otherwise happy life is marred by my schoolwork. It's temporary, I know, but nothing can top the emotional rollercoaster I've gone through this semester.
Guess I gotta keep going.