Am I choosing the wrong thing

I always worry that I’m choosing the wrong thing I worry about it when I think about the effort it takes to get into the nursing program I worry about it when I think of how amazing it was to watch a real surgery I worry about it when I’m pouring my soul out on …

It never takes long

light seeps through the cracks in my heart Like the first rays of sun after a thunderstorm Maybe this time the cracks will split open, hope will shine through The dark sky will finally be clear or maybe not it never takes long for the cracks to close it never takes long for the rain …

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