It's that feeling that starts in the pit of your stomach, and then it just clenches. Ugh. I feel so disgusted with myself right now. Mostly because this, this waitlisting crap (which is basically rejection anyways)? Is my fault. That's right. I know it's because of my GPA. And if I had pushed myself, if I had just pushed myself a little during freshman year I just know that it would be different now.
It wouldn't be as bad if I didn't have good friends who are, in fact, going to the same places I applied to. Because now I not only can't go, but I'll have to hear about it too. I can't block this out and pretend it never happened. Not that it would be very healthy, at any rate, but still. Maybe it'd be easier, for a little while.
The thing that sucks is that I wanted it so much. I knew I wasn't going to get into Rome, but I love that fucking place so much that I always had that hope, deep down. You know? That impossible hope that you know you shouldn't have but that you keep alive just in case.
I just hate being that person who won't go because she wasn't good enough, as opposed to being the person who won't go because she just didn't apply.
Friday, February 15, 2008
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