alice

oh, sweet rejection.... why does applying to school have to feel like you're contending to be miss (or mr) america? why does the rejection have to feel like some boy or girl you had a crush on just told you that they think you're ugly and stupid and they hate you? but this i can recover from, like that dumb saying: "if at first you don't succeed, try, try again." i'm not scarred for life, but it still sucks. what a crazy week it's been! there's always next year, and the year after that, and the year after that... at least i tried, right? but why oh why oh why did they have to spoil my weekend with a rejection letter? that's so mean.... like sugar in my gas tank...