ah yes, the three most historically important revolutions. the russian, french, and dance dance
do you ever get a weird crush on someone that’s not even attractive but you’re just attracted to them and you don’t know why
i have spent the last 15 years of my life preparing for the finish line that is only about a year away—med school testing and applications will be finished in less than ten months and I will have my acceptance or deferrals by my 22nd birthday. the moment I have spent my entire life preparing for is so. so. so, so fucking close.
and yet, i feel increasingly stifled as the courseload grows heavier and leaves me less time to let my creativity play. i find myself having to pop two or three times my prescribed dose of ritalin to get myself to push through my organic chemistry or genetics homework because my mind is carving through verses of poetry and archiving beats or potential shoots.
when i was little, all i wanted to be was a famous musician who ran a world-class hospital on the side. i miss my fucking violin.
i love what i study but i miss writing and performing and creating music and you know what they never tell you?
you really can’t have it all.