to sell out or not to sell out... that is the question
whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. to die, to sleep... blah blah blah... i remember the strangest things.

i'm so poor right now. and i'm tempted to go find some high-paying yet thoroughly unfulfilling, soul-shrivelling job. did i make some sort of wrong decision in my life? should i have tried to actually study when i was pre-med? should i have gone to that state school and found my niche there? i'm usually not one to regret, but poverty unleashes the crazy voices in la cabeza.

whine whine whine... someone slap me... but not too hard, i bleed easily.