im probably not good at anything but memorizing song lyrics it’s scary once they can really be applied to your life i try and understand experiences and walk in footsteps of people who i have never met, people who ripped out their past for money and fame and an apartment in the middle of the city where they can lie to themselves about what feels like living i’ll never understand until i experience the words. twist overanalyzed wishes when they were just stories and games one day i swore id write my own. be a poet for the masses. the song you hum at the corner of the pew while you pretend to believe in all there is no more sorrys. i understand why people write music. i understand that we are all one and the same. if you know youre wrong why dont you just say it and if you want to sing why pretend that you would do it for me and if on that day the beating sun scorched us and warned me of the months to come, the rust enthralled itself on my knuckles and told me that id cry on the car ride back but its alright. the voices there will tell you you are nothing so often you begin to drown it out. you look past everything but can only look in front of you, your worst fucking habit. and if on that day i understood, i would have sung a different song. but we are all pieces and fragments. all chances. ill hear a real voice out there. one day. i havent found mine. its a shame, ive reserved so much love for it. x ps i dont blame you for being you but you cant blame me for hating it
After being given a miraculous one-week term break with no reason behind it whatsoever (and the rest of the school reporting regularly while my batch’s sanctity was saved), it was cue to spend the days making up for the sleep-deprivation and coffee-fueled chaotic days, with of course — self-productivity and amazing films. Here’s a short post on five films that I had really enjoyed and would like to share — I highly recommend each of these, adored different parts of them and saw more than just an average drama in them.
When the parents of my batch first gleefully announced a mandatory career talk, I marched my way onto the fourth and final classroom of the day. Another Saturday stripped away from us with the promise of a better future. After hearing repeats of things that I have heard over and over again (yes – med school is incredibly difficult but rewarding, no, I am not really going to tell you how I got there but instead let me flash you pictures of my astounding achievements) perhaps the very last class would prove itself different.