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I know that I know nothing
I am an imperfect being. I have flaws. I welcome critiques and criticism. I'm not above any of it. I'd like to be better. I'd like to know there's still something I can do to improve. I do dumb shit. I talk before thinking. I overthink and overdo and overkill. I'm fully capable of rationalizing my mistakes, but I'd rather just not do them. -
The Dilemma of the Distasteful
When you're not attractive or appealing in most ways, you weigh your loneliness against the things you do and the effort you put towards not being alone. Sound confusing? It's not, I'm just scatterbrained.
You say to yourself, "sure I'm alone†, but it's not like I go out to clubs and hit on girls, stick to an intense exercise regiment, or eat ( Read more... ) -
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Connie: I don't know what I'm more disturbed by: The fact that you don't have a Bible, or that there's not a single family photo ( Read more... ) -
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If I die of a heart attack exercising, I want everybody to know it's because I wasn't nice enough. I wasn't smart enough. I wasn't funny enough. I wasn't rich enough. I wasn't endearing enough. I wasn't inspiring enough. I wasn't responsible enough. I wasn't cool enough. I wasn't selfless enough. I wasn't enough ( Read more... ) -
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9-30-2010, second day of clinical ( Read more... ) -
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Today was our first day of clinical rotations. Five house on our feet might be the worst part. Worried about changing bed pans. Worried about getting MRSA. Worried about ornery old men taking swings at me. I keep forgetting to clean my stethoscope after I use it. I need to remember to leave everything in the car, including my cell phone. It's not ( Read more... ) -
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Film class, Spring 2010
Her: It would be awesome being a werewolf, I totally would.
Me: Weren't you listening to the teacher, you would lose the ability to love. You could never be in a relationship.
Her: How would that be any different from now?
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Sometimes, I scratch my head until the hairs on my scalp fall out. And then, the loose hairs eventually fall down onto my face and arms. And then, I think bugs are crawling on me. But I realize it's just my own ripped-out hair. And then, I scratch some more. -
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