somebody to talk with.

Turns out there will never be a fresh start for me. I will always be the one people don't really prefer. I will always be surrounded by loneliness.

Then I got home and I ordered spaghetti with pesto sauce and an iced Yakult-lemony drink, and I felt so much better after.

I spent most of the time trying to join anyone, but failed miserably, then sat all alone eating pineapple, breathed in the salty air, swallowed all this loneliness inside.

I was super excited to finally go on a short escape. Turns out it was just a wake-up call. It slapped me hard on both cheeks.

I regretted my decision to join this damned get-together. It hit me again, this time harder, that I don't have any close friend in this circle. Nobody cared where I am, what am I doing. Nobody cared enough to ask me to join them.

Now that I am living the doctor life, will I recommend 12-grader-me to be a doctor? Nope. Don't torture yourself trying to explain the medical system to patients with minimal informations.

Update on my life: am now a medical doctor (yay me!), still single but happy. I stop looking for a significant other and now focusing on any opportunity to be a surgeon.

OMG I FINALLY REMEMBER THE PASSWORD!

Re-watching Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam