How the fuck am I supposed to become a doctor? I’m not one of those smart kids in my bio class, the ones exempt from the final because they got all As. I’m not witty or good with my hands or confident or anything. I’m doing it to make my fucking dad happy, the one that i hate. I don’t want to. I can’t. I’m not capable of getting there, going through all of that schooling. I just feel like I’ll flunk out or be miserable or stressed or simply incapable. I didn’t get into a good school. I didn’t do well in High School—not at all. Especially in science. This isn’t going to fucking work.

I know you were always faithful when we were “together,” but, at the same time, all of the people I was worried about you getting with, you actually got with. You exact words about that one specific girl were “Out of everyone I know, I consider her like a sister the most.” And, now she’s cover photo-ing pictures of you together and ALL over your wall and you finally admit that you two have something going on. It’s not that I want you for myself—I don’t. At all. It just feels strange being right about something like this.