I feel like everything is crashing down right now…

I got my last letter in (Pomona), and as I expected, it was in a tiny envelope—a sure sign of rejection. And yep, it was a rejection letter. The weird thing is, I still cried even when I expected it, and even when I knew it was a rejection. I guess it’s because the actual letter in my hands made it more of a reality. Like a slap in the face, a reminder that I didn’t get into any of the big schools I was waiting for.

Somehow my relationship is just going wrong…

And there’s a huge chance it may be cancer…

Just to make it easier on my family, even if I had other options, it looks like UCI will be my school. 90% sure. I can spend time with my family and as scary as this sounds, we might not have the chance again someday…

I don’t know, it’s just all wrong.