You would think I’d be calm and confident in the confines of the white walls in the hospital. After all, this is where I want to be in future, right? You would think I’d be use to the smell of cleanliness, the rubbing alcohol, and the strong smell of blood. You would think I’d be able to stand and walk and talk and breathe just the same as any other day. But no, I ended up having a panic attack in the janitors closet and then in the bathroom.
But no one knows that, no one needs to know that.
In the end, I’ll be taking care of myself anyways. No ones asks if everything is okay, no one dares to ask how I’ve been doing.
I rather feel neglected than pity.
i wanna feel how dogs feel when you let them go in a big field