I wanna scribble words, no matter how difficult their realization in me is.
Writing draws out this vulnerability in me. It’s like my walls come down. 163 more words
Although I’ve been here for nearly two months, most of my friends still crack jokes about the “work” I’m doing (or lack thereof). They affectionately laugh at how when I cry my eyes out on my last day, the patients will have no clue who I am or how long I’ve been with them. 681 more words
‘If there’s someone you absolutely miss, you might find yourself talking to them a lot in your mind, creating those fake conversations with them and you answer yourself in their voice in your head. 60 more words