Some days ago I had a conversation with my mum about the university and I have to admit that I felt really lost and empty. I thought about the summer and the autumn and the winter I spent studying like crazy and then the final mark on the test and the looming possibility that I could not attend the medical university makes me sick. So we were in the car waiting for my brother and I researched on the net some info about biotechnology and biology university. Pretty cool, interesting subjects and all, anything to say except the fact that it’s not the medical university and that with such a degree I will never work in this shitty country. So my mum suggested the nursing university and I convinced myself like “fine, I can work and I’m anyway a sort of doctor, I take care of people, I give them pills and syrups, I take care of them as I want”. Then silence. An awful silence. The worst silence I’ve ever heard because it sounded like all the time I spent, all the dreams I dreamt, all the money my parents gave away. I felt an heavy stone on my belly which replaced the fire I had for months. I cannot fail not because I gave my best, not because I deserve it, not because it’s what I want since I was thirteen. These don’t matter anymore. I cannot fail for my parents and for the people that I love. Because there will be no point in listening to awful words almost every week if there would not be a positive result at the end.
vorrei che mi credessi veramente tanto quando ti dico che come mi vedi tu non mi vede nessuno. il daltonismo è sempre una scusa.
Why do dudes always wanna know your bra size tho, what are they gonna do, buy you bras?? Cause that would be very helpful bras cost a lot of money i would save a fortune