Tuesday 2 February 2010

Reject (n.)

I tried to prepare myself for it, I tried really hard. I thought of how I would feel and what I would think and what I would put as my FaceBook status (I know, shut up). But still, getting the rejection letter just knocked the wind out of me. I crumpled up, face and body, and started crying.

I just wanted it so badly, and a part of me (perhaps a larger part than I realized, a much larger part than is sensible) really thought I would get into Oxford.

If you need me, I'll be curled up on my bedroom floor, crying, with a bottle of wine clutched to my chest.

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