Bringing the moment to its precipice

There comes a time in every woman's life when you need to pour your second glass of the bourbon you can't afford, put on your thinking pants, and write your god damned internship letter of intent.

My life is not my own

I feel like a cliche Prufrock. But no one here would even understand the reference. How did I stray so far? How did I become so estranged? I hate talking about veterinary medicine. I hate that it is now the only way I define myself. I wanted more than this.