Friday, February 15, 2008

ouch.

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.

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