homeless and liking it that way
No. Just, no. Leave me outta this. I'm perfectly happy becoming a freakin resident. Meredith and Cristina want to go and cry over their spilled relationships - that's their prerogative. But, I have better things to do. [ Addison's gone. Ava's gone. He missed out on her. He's fine with jumping into something new. Something that has nothing to do with the past few months. ] And you know what, good riddance if you ask me. Who needs a relationship? Because what does it get you? A box of tissues and maybe, if you're lucky, a broken heart and a lesson to learn from. My lesson? Don't go out on the limb. Don't care.
I. Am. Not. A. Good. Guy.
You know what, screw you. You think you're better than me or like you know better than me? You don't. You're a kid. Spend six years in med school, become an intern, get zero sleep and memorize facts and diseases and then come back to me.
I. Am. Not. A. Good. Guy.
You know what, screw you. You think you're better than me or like you know better than me? You don't. You're a kid. Spend six years in med school, become an intern, get zero sleep and memorize facts and diseases and then come back to me.
