I have developed this fear of writing - my quiet blog and my avoidance of my tumblr are testaments to this fact. Perhaps it stems from my fear that all this suppression would eventually be in vain once I allow even a hint of this unpleasant feeling out.
Not to say that I am not grateful. I am, but...somehow I know there is still room for improvement in the hospital management and policies.
And I do know that this place is, as far as work experience is concerned, better than my old place.
Even though I do find myself missing the friends I have made in the past. This...despite knowing that I'm horrible at keeping in contact, no matter how I try.
And I still kick myself mentally for putting myself so low, for settling when I know that I deserve so much better, and that it actually was somewhat doomed from the start.
You can't win them all.
You can only make the best out of it.
Things happen, life goes on.
Current Music: Wake Me Up - Avicii
