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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old
and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
Ace your tertiary entrance exams, get a scholarship, go to some top university to do law, get a first class ticket through life, earn a fortune by selling your soul to the devil, live a materialistic happy facade of a life with heaps of luxuries, become an old cantankerous spinster, leave your fortune to a kid who walked you across the street and a cat you had the whole of your miserable life.
That's what society's fortune teller told me to be.
Not some author or journalist or teacher or pianist or other artistic daydreams. 'You don't want to end up on the steps of some great stone cold cathedral in Germany begging for a few pennies to get you by do you?'
Reality bites. Get your stupid soul out of its artistic daydream and send it to the devil, and get your geometry and trigonometry act together before you become a bum, a parasite of society.
Don't you just think heaven/hell seems very enticing?
2:36 PM