Thinking of quiting med school. Seen far too many deaths. I guess I have to get used to it someday, but I don't think I'd ever. How can one ever get used to telling those families that they have lost their loved ones. I can never be that heartless. "Sorry, but we did all we could."
Oh well, I guess that's life, there's an end to everything.

I'm so tired. Getting less and less sleep everyday. Freaking out over the BIG exam. We're going to have to operate on that poor little girl's heart. We are her only hope. Without this, she's not going to see another month or so. How sad is that?! How can I ever be a doctor? Having to face such sad problems day in day out.

If only this was a dream...