In a weird flux of minimal studying and forced domesticity. Now with more cookies.
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
A little bit of internship, a lot of everything else.
It’s March 11 2021. This is a post for the moments in between.
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
Three thousand words on zoom classes, study tips, online friends, and mindfulness.
Just this once, I’ll write about something good.
If you’re going through hell, keep smiling.
It’s been a month and some change since I turned 24. It’s time to say thank you.
I was that baby doctor who aspired towards the most unknown and unknowable.