It must be tiring thinking you’re not good enough.
Tell me what you’ve been thinking of
what those demons have been whispering of…
Maybe you’ve not been praying enough. 138 more words
Dear Friend (or as I have called you so many times, Medical Student):
You are an open book. I catch you sometimes frowning on the words written on a hand-out that you complain so many times about, and know that you wish you didn’t dream about this. 921 more words