I’m incredibly sad. I just talked with the guy I’ve been seeing/hanging out with for the last 3 or 4 weeks and he’s worried that I might be going of to Med school next year.
And he’s right. He is absolutely right. I would leave if I get an acceptance.
And all I can think about now is how fucking hard it is to balance following your dreams and passions and falling in love.
The higher I aim, the lonelier it feels. How do you choose between people and the dreams you’ve worked years to realize?