Mood’s gradually turning sour. I’m restless as of late, maybe because I am not sure what I want to do after this training. I’m still waiting for the other hospital to call me, and the offer to enter the military is still there—and I still want to, but my mom won’t let me. I don’t know what to do.
The only thing I’m sure of is, that I don’t want to be a nurse anymore. I’m not cut for this job. It’s draining me. I know that any type of job is tiring, but even more so of you’re trying so hard to suppress emotions and memories.
I want to quit so bad.