Self-Interpretation
It's been so long since I've poured out my thoughts and feelings in text. I've realized that I'm a much more private person than I had originally assumed. Or at least I've become more private after my angsty high school days.. But tonight I'm here sitting with my mind a little blurry from 4 sleep-deprived weeks of Ob/Gyn rotations, and my heart a little sore from the aftermath of several emotionally trying days. I won't go into the details of what has been happening (see previous sentences), but it has gotten my writer's mind churning and I find that it is oftentimes in these exhaustive situations that we learn what we're made of.
I am rarely overdramatic. If anything, I err more on the underdramatic side. I like to minimize my negative emotions by brushing them off, and convincing everyone around me - in an attempt to convince myself, of course - just how trivial these emotions are. If I am wronged or hurt, my first instinct is to limp off...