Dear me,
You will bring unhappiness wherever you go. You are selfish for disseminating your ridiculous anxieties. You won't become a psychiatrist and still have your boyfriend. Something will go wrong, and it will be your fault because you are a self centered *ss. Do you even want to be a psychiatrist? No. You want to be a smartass who brings everyone down. You desperately want to hide in a corner and read/sob for the remains of your dignity and happiness.
Being a snob doesn't even make you feel better, you moron. Take your big words and your judgement and get the hell out..
Medical school or not? To get in (you won't) you'll have to get into undergrad school first (you won't.) Eight years of stress, anxiety, misery, and financial debt or a lifetime of stagnancy, misery, anxiety, and financial debt. Does those sound rather similar? That's because they are.
You're closed in. Your GPA will make admission officers cry, and your SAT scores mean nothing. You have zero extracurriculars, and you are too much of a freak to interview well. Let's assume you get in to undergrad school. You can't remember to eat, do laundry, sleep, and take your medication all by yourself. You can't even figure out sales tax. How the frick will you understand financial aid forms?
Loser.
Good luck.
Regretfully,
Myself
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"If you look deeply emough into any person's soul, you can see the emu within them struggling to get out. Actually, most people don't have emus in their soul. Just me." - Invisible Dave, Lady of Emus