To assume, about what I want to do in life. No this isn’t about what happened on Saturday, but what happened on Friday. You said it with a smile on your face.
I wanted to throw up.
I wanted to scream at your face.
I wanted to walk out.
I wanted to slam the door.
Common sense had a tight hold on me that day.
‘I assume you don’t want to be a nurse right? Or you wouldn’t have problems like these.’
FUCK you. I have issues I admit but who the fuck are you to say that? Fact is nursing has become bearable, even a pleasure, and people like you ought to be shot for saying that to students.
‘We don’t want you to kill the patients.’
God you are such a bitch to say that and chortle. How can you do those two things at the same time?
Honestly I regret not having great attendance. But mistakes are to be learned from and learn I did. I figured out finally what I wanted to do but.. People like you just make me sick.
Sometimes I wonder if my mentor really cares about me or is it all about her duty. I”m almost completely convinced that it’s the latter.
‘It’s my duty as your mentor to inform your mother.’
Complete and utter bullshit.
Noone really gets how my mother gets mad when these calls come. She blows up, threatens to cut my education and blows up even more. It’s not okay to call her. It is NOT. Noone wants to let their parents know of their failures do they?
I’m torn between what I want again.
I hate you for making me doubt myself.
I HATE YOU
