Frustration

It's funny, and maybe a little sad, but since becoming a final med student, i have cried myself to sleep at least one night of the week, if not two or three. Frustration with classmates who've suddenly become so 'kiasu', frustration with myself for not knowing half of the things i should know, frustation with just everything in general.

Even when i know that crying isn't productive, it's as much relief as i can get from what little comforting resources i have left at my disposal. My friends have their own final med problems to worry about. My parents don't really understand, and i don't blame them. And random strangers aren't nearly as enticing as they used to be.

So i cry.

Because let's face it: "Who would understand the frustration of a pessimistic, jaded med student anyway, if not her own tears?"