Hiroshima.

I got bombed by the test. For the first time in my life I know what it feels like to be defeated. I have had many other occurrences in which I may have felt a little inadequate but not like this. This, this is med school. I mean come on. My days of fucking up have long been over. Was it a fluke? Yea, it was a fluke. This will never happen again. I always say things whenever bad things happen. To make a change, to make it different next time. I won't say anything now. I have got to see where I'm going. My life has been a steady straight path and after yesterday all my tires went flat. But the day after tomorrow is a new day. I still got it. I just have to focus. I have to refocus. I have regain my motivation. I have to relearn how to learn 'cause evidently the way I thought was the way to do it, isn't. I feel fucked. I am not going to get it let me down. My mom told me that you can't be perfect every time. I asked her why not? I guess everyone needs to fail once in their life. To feel the lowest of the low in order to build yourself back up or whatever stupid shit like that people like to say. I just never thought that it would actually happen to me. I don't fail. I am Nico freakin' Domingo. Like what the fuck.