ChoJin’s Quarter

I told one girl from my class the other day about “my odd past”.

I’m not sure why yet. I was at a point where I had to either lie or tell the truth, and she didn’t deserve a lie. But at the same time I could have easily avoided the situation by being less open about myself, so I guess I somehow wanted it to happen. Who knows… Certainly not me and my twisted f*ck’d up mind.

She is a nice person. I have no clue what she thinks of me, probably that I should let her work instead of bugging her all the time . I can feel disappointments, scars, doubts and possibly loneliness in her eyes, but we all have those, don’t we?

She has some adversity toward physics (how sad ), so I’m trying to help her when and where I can but I’m walking on eggs insofar as it could be easily misinterpreted. Overstepping and being patronizing is easy when the line is invisible and you don’t really understand what you’re getting yourself into anyway. Maybe I should step back before I lose one of the only person who talk to me, I’m alone enough I guess .

Yes I know, we’re supposed to be competing against each others and ripping our cloths off to death (no pun intended), but she’s one of those good person in med school: being there for what we, or at least I, could consider “the good reasons”. Having those other stupid kids, who steal other people’s notes, going through and not her, just wouldn’t feel right.

She kind of stresses me too. She’s working like 10 times what I work. If they’re all working like her…

I hope she’ll make it through; good luck to you Miss I. even though you’ll probably never read these words.