fuck the world.
why do i look like fuck?


its alr the 4th week of torture prcp.
the previous week was okay, i guess.
and this week truly suck. and im still surviving.

almost gave up this fucking job.
you never know when your patient gonna collapse and needs resus.
i walked off as it gets all tensed. nurses, doctors and people.
the sound of 'CODE BLUE IN WARD --' made me shiver.
i felt like crying at that very moment.
prolly bcoz i was scolded and chased out by the staff nurse.
or mayb bcoz the patient was well when i last talk to her.

your cold hand reminded me of my dad.
i burst into tears when i reached home that night.
to make this week worse, i met one of my transfered out patient's daughter.
i was too zonked to rmb which patient. anw, she told me that her mum passed on.
and this happened a day after.



i feel like hurting myself when i think of this again.
and i wished you give a fuck about me.

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he ate my heart, then he ate my brain ♥