(Studying makes me hungry.) . I can't seem to enjoy anything. Every second could be spent revising Anatomy or Physiology, because I'm one hundred and ten percent sure I'm gonna be retaking the exam this winter. And every time I come across something that they asked in the exams, and realise that I know nothing and wonder what I'd written in the answers, I'm more convinced that they're gonna fail me. Not studying has me panicking. Studying has me panicking. Do I not deserve any kind of peace? . And gurl has this account become more personal than my own personal account. I never thought I'd post my food pictures of all the stuff on here. Like...they're not that good, I am in NO WAY a food blogger, that was just a stupid thing I started on tumblr and now I can't seem to stop photographing (and not very good at that too) stuff I make. And, why am I narrating tales from my personal life (thank God my anonymity has been kept preserved so far, unlike other times)? What has this account become? What WAS this account made for in the first place? What do I want this account to be? What do *I* want to be? . Who would have imagined a shot of a banana and walnut milkshake would have lead to an existential crisis in the caption?













