I've written eight pages already! This is what I miss about writing with my hand. On a computer, that blinking curser is my bane. It makes me wonder, how to start, how to continue and how to end. I cannot write my thoughts like that, with constant doubt in my head. Paper makes it easy for me to glide. My words can be as jumbled as possible and once I get to transfer them to a document, I get the wonderful opportunity of looking at my pieces from a different light and edit accordingly.
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A Small Book, a Pencil, and Some of My Thoughts
Non-FictionThis a diary with some descriptions of my life, some random thoughts I have during the day and some stories of me, an ordinary, average medical student who got into med school by chance. A small book written by me, for me.
