I thought I had my future mapped out. This perfect plan on how I was to become Dr. Beatrice Pate MD. The future has arrived and I am no closer to that goal than I was when I graduated high school.
I now have two degrees I will not use, and on top of that I have to figure out how I am going to pay for these classes, then the GRE, and finally if everything happens to work out, the MCAT.
I have failed so many times, honestly, I don't know if I can pick myself up from this one. I have fought so hard, that I don't remember a time that I haven't been fighting.
Yet I feel like my struggle is minor compared to others--I feel like I shouldn't even be complaining.
It's an awful thing to feel conflicted--I am conflicted often....
Sometimes I cannot find the words to explain how I feel. Even if I could, there is no one near me that will actually listen. You know, they won't take the time to hear me, or will not pass judgment or tell me about their problems.
Can anybody hear me? No?
Well I guess that I will keep writing into oblivion.
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