another thing about not telling anyone about your problems is that you can’t celebrate with anyone when it’s over because then you’ll have to mention the problem
i don’t think i’ll be good enough for this yet i’ve a strange feeling that i was made for it
but if i end up failing miserably? wouldn’t it be better if it just stayed the beautiful thing i’m infatuated with since i cannot endure being a failure in something i’m deeply fond of?
i wish i wish i wish i could be a neurosurgeon but i wouldn’t even dare to consider it
i might have always had this deep fascination with how the brain functions physiologically or pathologically or psychologically yetttt i can’t help but only admire it from afar
i have been reading east of eden for the past couple of days all confused how on earth could this be a classic?
until i realized the author’s name wasn’t john steinbeck