I'm fired up

I'm a winner, and I'm not taking shit from anybody. ANYBODY.

A beautiful change?

I'm totally sore from basketball two days in a row, both days running on 3 hours of sleep. And I let out all the potential energy I had stored over the past few weeks.

And, I'm beginning to enjoy this pain.

Start of good things to come?

What is hypochondriasis?

I think I would've been a pretty good doctor. Yes, I really think I would've.

Considering how ailing medical conditions always fascinate me, I find it hard to swallow that I didn't think about working hard to become one. Or perhaps it's just the six years of biology study that brainwashed me into thinking I am fascinated by stuff like that.

Either way, it's too late now. There is no effin' way I can slog myself into med school. Even if I could, I'd be a doctor by 40. And then I'll spend the next good 20 years treating my own health problems instead of others.

"So what's next for Sean?"

We'll see.

A written documentary

This is a written documentary of my pain.

My pain stands around 5 feet 11 inches, and is an Asian male, in his early twenties.

He lies on my bed, lucid and vigilant.

When he is awake, I cannot sleep.

When he doesn't sleep, I am afraid.

When he finally sleeps, He gets woken up the next day.

The only thing separating me and my pain right now is a tiny sliver of youthful hope, my sanity and a pack of cigarettes.

My pain torments me, not only churning my heart, but also clogging my brain.

He doesn't seem to go away.

Why am I always tuned in to hurtful messages? It's almost as if I have an ability to attract abuse.

Please, make my pain go away.