I’m laying my bed typing my 25 mile per hour thought. This is call being anxious. Maybe. But also drunken by the smell of the bacon sous egg bites from a 5-hour work day. It is crazy. I was fast but I was just anxious. It was so busy that my mind feels weird resting. I couldn’t really breath for hours. There were so much stimuli happening within that short period of peaks. It’s like your blood sugar spikes so so high that when it clashes, you don’t know what to do—in shock. 85 just felt like walking in the moon (because I’ve felt nothing like it). There were so so much going on that I had an epiphany of heart attack. One quick pain and then gone at 23. So many craziness that makes me want to scream or throw it all up. I feel overwhelmed. I hold myself in. The bacon Gouda in my system. I could’ve turn into bacon. However, fried. I’m listening to musics. They did some to distract my 25 mile-per-hour drive. Non-stop. Here we go. Ready, set, take-off. I can’t wait to land on my peacefulness. R.I.P p.s. this is not a suicide note. It just felt like it describing. An epiphany of being on the fastest elevator. The mind is a place of fascination not even compared to anything Disney.
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I am pursuing a bachelor degree at Texas Tech University. I am majoring in General Studies on a Pre-Medical track. I want to be a surgeon. I started this blog my sophomore year of college in my dorm's laundry room while machines were running loudly, however, I was still able to focus on what's important--starting my first ever blogging experience. I was reading an article about how students can often get stuck in college life while becoming oblivious to what's going on outside or once they graduated. I want this blog to be a mean of investment, but it has turned to be something so much more. It has become my personal, 22 dollars annually therapist sessions. It has become my supportive-best friend. I am interested in sharing my experiences (brokenness, happiness) as well as connecting with you. Hopefully, my site and stories can benefit you. I hope that my experiences (heart breaks, boys' problems, disappointments) reach you. I prayed that through hard times, we're still hopeful, knowing that we serve an unchangeable, constant, never-ever-changing God of the universe. I hope that my experiences and honesty can touch, reach, and love you. It is through this brokenness that makes me excited to live and keep going. My uttermost importance in life is to live a meaningful life full of growth. No matter which allies I get lost in, I know I will eventually find the hill. I live for the sole purpose of growth, until I die. People can say I'm delusional or whatever, I don't care. I know I am living my LIFE. It's MY LIFE and I am the protagonist of my story. No one is going to write it for me. I always wanted to travel. I hope to be able to do that in the future. I have this passion to help the sick (mentally and physically) and to help them redeem their life once more--to give them a chance to live a better life and to make a better decision. To give them a chance to love themself better just like God has given me uncountable chance to live again, again, and again, and again. I don't want to just live life, I want to LIVE LIFE. I want to experience it all. View all posts by MyPitching.Blog