February 2012
3 posts
Trying to make it work but man these times are...
I wish I could drink cheap bottles of wine.
Maybe it’s just me. I’m just not meant for relationships. First him, now you. I wonder if it’s something I say or do?
Why are you still hanging around her? You say I’m your priority,and she’s nothing but your ex, but you keep running to her every time. And when you screamed at me just now, what was I supposed to do?...
Dream.
I’ve always wanted to do medicine, ever since I knew myself. But I don’t deny I now regret it from time to time. Not that I hate it, is whether I’m capable of being what I’ve always dreamt myself to be. But today I know, I’m going to be a doctor and I am proud of what I am/going to be.