Something which I feel the need to post, but you shouldn't feel obligated to read. Really, it's an angstball and it simply feels good to get it off my chest.
It's been like, half a month and I still can't get over it. I thought I could. I thought I did. But I didn't. I broke down my stupid so-called strong front after a week. It's pathetic. But each blow just reminds me that I'm not good enough and that I'm unwanted.
So I didn't get into Yale. So I didn't get into Brown, and I got waitlisted by Dartmouth. Okay, those colleges don't want me. 2280 SAT got me nowhere. 15 clubs, activities, three sports, a national ranking in fencing, 200+ hour