Even when I’m troubled, I have no one to talk to, so I try to put my thoughts into words. As in the poem “The Road Not Taken,” two roads diverge in front of me. One road is to work at another hospital, which means I must devote all my time to studying from now on. The other road to stay at this hospital as I am now, which means I don’t require such sacrifice, but have to lose my current expertise and give up on striving. I must choose one. I swear I will choose one and will never come back here again.
To do list
- Routine
- Medicine
- English
- Law
WILLPOWER MELTDOWN SOMETIMES 