I don't know if this even counts as a confession, like, for real. It feels so STUPID to even say it out loud, even typing it here where nobody knows me. I guess... I think I'm a really bad person? Like, deep down. My family always said I was so creative, like, my drawings and stuff, and I always thought I'd be an artist or something. But then my dad lost his job and things got really tight. My mom kept saying I needed to think practical, you know? Get a real job. And I just... I kinda went along with it. So I worked REALLY hard. Like, all the time. I got good grades, even though science was SO boring sometimes, and I got into medical school. And now I’m a doctor. A GP, in this tiny town. The clinic here, it's really old and kind of falling apart, and there's not enough doctors. People here, they don't have a lot of money, and they rely on us. A lot of the time I’m the only one here, even though I'm still kinda new. And I feel like I'm doing good, like, for these people. They need me. But then I saw this thing. A surgical fellowship. Like, big city, really competitive, doing these AMAZING surgeries. And it’s a LOT of money, way more than I make here. And I got in. I can leave. And I WANT to. Like, REALLY badly. But the thought of leaving this place, these people... it makes my stomach hurt. I know they'll be lost without me. And I keep thinking about my parents, how proud they are of me being here, helping people. They sacrificed SO much for me to be a doctor. And now I just want to run off and do something for ME, even though it feels selfish and MEAN. I don't know what to do. I just feel like a big faker. Like I'm gonna let everyone down.