If my life could be a song, it'd be Plumb's Real, which starts off with "Look at me, twenty-three, beautiful sight to see tonight." Which is, incidentally, my age last year. But the lyrics still apply. Do I get life half the time? I don't. I'm just struggling to get by. In the meantime, I write, I read, I observe. This journal is what it feels like.
Dr. Wyatt: Look, let me draw the parallels for you. The tragic patient dies alone while the love of his life is literally in the next room. That's you.
Meredith: What are you talking about? I'm not dying alone.
Dr. Wyatt: Oh. But I think you are, and you're telling yourself you're a hero, when in reality all you are is alone.
Meredith: THAT is a load of crap!
Dr. Wyatt: He's with Rose.
Meredith: You know what, I'm not going to do this.
Dr. Wyatt: He's with Rose.
Meredith: WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT?!?
Dr. Wyatt: Because if you can't see what is wrong with that sentence, He's with Rose, we're never going to get anywhere, He's with Rose.
Meredith: OKAY! So he's with Rose. SO WHAT?!
Dr. Wyatt: If he's with Rose that means he's not with you. And do you know why he's not with you? You're scared.
Meredith: Are you calling me a coward?
Dr. Wyatt: I think you are very frightened Dr. Grey.
Meredith: Are you calling me a coward?
Dr. Wyatt: What do you think?
Unfortunately, I know the reason why he's not with me. And yes, the answer is that I'm a coward. And I'm too fucking noble to even take a risk. I'm too much of a coward to climb the walls I've covered around me. And the risks are too great that failure is nothing less than planned career suicide.
:: D said @ 8:29 PM [+] ::
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I had a dream last night that I was making out with John Mayer. :)
Just wanted to say.
Maybe it's recent developments with the twelve-hour what-could-have-been, the URST with Guy, and hormones this week. In any case, I had a good night's sleep.
*snickers*
(Oh, and I'm listening to YBIAW right now)
:: D said @ 6:18 PM [+] ::
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