So, I don’t know if I’m already getting over you, because I’m not sure I was ever under you, but…. I’m losing interest.
Maybe I can do better. Someone who will let me know directly that I’m worth their time. And clearly, for you I’m not. Which is fine! I just wish I didn’t spend so much time being all worked up about it.
Girls just want someone to want them back. And I guess I’ve always known you didn’t. Why would you? But again, I’ve deluded myself into thinking something else.
I thought I’d miss you more, but I don’t. It’s weird.
This semester has been over for almost 2 weeks now. So this is kind of overdue. But here goes:
Finally left 10East. I learned a lot from that place, about nursing, about team work, about hot interns. Haha 🙂 But I can’t wait to start working at a place I know I belong. It has always been Pediatrics for me, and it will always be Pediatrics for me.
And maybe there’s a pang of guilt for not doing the best that I could have this semester. But I wouldn’t trade the memories I have now for anything in the world. I know I always say, “Years from now, you’re not going to remember what you studied for an exam, but you’ll always remember what you did.” And it has always gotten me into trouble. And I really can’t afford to think like this anymore, because
1) It’s nursing school. Everything matters.
2) I am not a child anymore.
But I still don’t regret spending more time with people I care about, especially my family. I just need to prioritize and practice more discipline, I guess.
THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.
I CAN’T WAIT TO DO THIS OVER THE SUMMER!
With friends, with family, with you.
there’s nothing i would love more than waking up next to you.
Time together is just never quite enough
When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time
When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?
All the time, all the time