I never thought much about being in a broken family much before all these things had happened…

Mostly, i think because it happened when I’m at an older age; well, older than most people’s age when their parents part ways.

Anyway, this year, aside from gaining so much knowledge on my craft (medicine) rotating with my colleagues, my new found friends… i cant help but see the difference.

First of all, I dont have a home…

Today, I really wanted to go home… but where? Really, where is home? I couldn’t seem to find it.

Its a good thing i didn’t go to that house, because after what happened tonight… its worse…

What am i rambling about? I don’t know…i just want to be numb… not to feel it all…

Everytime I want to go back in, you push me out… and with every little push, i go father and farther out than when I step in.

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Author: kahyehm

The girl with the butterfly (and hunger games/HP) tattoo books, series, movies, politics, my aspiration to become a doctor, my life, food, travel and many other things but mostly i plan to make it about books with occasional spice of other things that interest me :D I hope you'll enjoy my blog follow it and I'll try to post once a week or more if the lazy plague don't hit me!! Thanks :) -KM (1-31-17) Also ive been a photography hobbyist for almost a year now And been a clinical clerk for 7 months now. Hence, a possible new username or blog site: (COPYRIGHT since i posted that pic of mine with a camera and stethoscope) DOCTOGRAPHER!

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