Let me tell you something,

I'll finally admit it. I don't enjoy the things that I used to anymore. I don't know what happened to me...the old me. The new kind of "me" is kinda dull and tired...and dull, and tired. I used to be very passionate on the things I love/d. I don't want to be a doctor who lost herself in the process. I don't want to be totally consumed by anxieties. I need to find me. 

I used to love photography. Covering events...capturing moments. But now, I only have the moments, with no motivation to capture it.

I used to be very good with my pen. I love writing! writing used to be my emotional tongue. Now, I only write for school requirements.

I love sketching/drawing/painting. I used to be Art's favorite daughter, before Science adopted me. I can't even finish a single sketch nowadays. And in most days, I don't do art anymore.

I love music. I wouldn't trade it for the world. Of all the craft I think I've lost...this upsets me the most. Can't finish a single tune nor hit a single note anymore.


I need to save me.
I know that it'll take time to heal myself back. But I promise myself, I will :)

I only have a few months to go before 3rd year med ends. Hopefully, I get to advance in Junior Internship. I've been really busy trying to keep control in my acads while saving most of the relationships I have now.