Me. Just. Me.

Me. Just. Me.

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Basically, the title. I guess this is gonna be a "public diary" or just an agenda of what I do, what I think about, my interests, my aspirations to be a cardiothorasic surgeon. Whatever people talk about these days. Enjoy, I guess.😊
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Junior year was going pretty well. I was having so much fun till the start of second semester. Now instead of this life I had planned for myself. I was sitting in a hospital room staring out a window, with who knows what kind of toxins being pumped into my body to save me. People walked out on me. People walked into my life. But this journal, this is the place where I lay everything on the line. This is the one place in my life where there is still privacy. ************COMPLETED********************

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