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Burnout

These past 2 weeks have been somewhat...weird for me, to say the least.
Have been feeling really down.
Last weeks crazy shit schedule, I think, is still taking its toll on me.
I'm completely exhausted.
All I want is a day or two to rest and recuperate before I continue.
There's this voice at the back of my head saying I can't go on like this.
It's like I want so much to quit what I'm doing and move on to something else. Something that'll let me have a life.
But of course that's not an option. 
Quitting is never an option but sometimes I can't help but to think about it, ya know?
Medicine is all I've ever wanted to do, aside from journalism for a short period of time when I was doing my A Levels. 
Whatever it is, though, I can't see myself doing anything else.
Recently I've been thinking about being an air hostess lol. Traveling the world, seeing places, meeting people. 
Travel. Because I adore it.
But for how long will I adore being in different parts of the world every couple of days? It'll be a temporary high.
I think medical school was designed to break us in such a way that we eventually learn how to fix ourselves up again through other people.
So many thoughts running through my head.
Can't seem to turn all these channels off.
Things I want, I cannot have.
People I want, I cannot have.
It's frustrating.
So frustrating.
But that's life, isn't it?

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