Dead Med

by Freida McFadden

I’ve always considered myself a loner.

I prefer solitary activities, and I hate when solitary activities turn into group activities.

My body isn’t quite as bikini-ready as I’d like it to be.

She’s one of those people who would benefit from a volume knob.

I have no friends,

All I eat anymore is snack food—I haven’t had a real meal in days.

Landon might be the love of my life. But at this moment, I hate the bastard.

I’m a complete pushover.

Totally….

I wish I were anywhere but here.

I decide to keep my fool mouth shut.

you don’t go to med school to make friends. You go to become a doctor.

I just wish I were better at studying.

I feel like I’m all alone out here. I miss my family, and I… I have no one…”

I’m just not pretty, end of story.

snowball’s chance in hell

Lately, I’m finding it increasingly difficult to focus.

No, I’m not okay!

Something is wrong. Something is really, really wrong.

I can only trust myself.