sometimes i think about how i left med school because i wanted to feel something real and now i spend most days alone in a shop full of things that are literally dying. and i'm not sure if that's poetic or just really fucking sad. probably both.
sometimes i think about how i left med school because i wanted to feel something real and now i spend most days alone in a shop full of things that are literally dying. and i'm not sure if that's poetic or just really fucking sad. probably both.