Over the past few months, I have had a dream recognized, dangled in front of my face, placed in my hands, and then taken away.
I have never wanted anything so badly in my entire life, nor have I ever felt so utterly heartbroken when I almost had it.
Now I've got next to no sleep, so much homework to do I won't be sleeping tonight either, a killer headache, and a rock in the pit of my stomach that doesn't seem to want to go anywhere.
The good part is, I get to commit mental suicide this year to bring my GPA up above a 4.0, go through the same emotionally torturous progress again next year, get accepted again, be told for a second time that