the lectures this year to be so dense, somehow making them both panic-inducing and mind-numbingly boring at the same time.
the hurricane to leave my house power-less for a week. I was intrigued – even excited – at the novelty of setting up camp at the med school building. Fifteen hours later, saying that I started to have doubts about the sustainability of my plan would be an understatement.
to find myself exposing, despite the terrible anticipation of fresh pain, the bruised pieces of myself that I had safely locked away, all just because of the tiniest chance that it could be worth it.
to finally speak my heart and my mind for once, despite my crippling fear of it destroying something I wanted so much. It didn't get me what I really wanted, but I suppose I can count it as a victory for the building of my character or whatever.
to become so lost that I'd actually turn to the one person I'd been trying to run from, willfully forgetting everything he'd done.
to actually lose all desire to feel anything ever again.
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