It's like someone stabbed you in the stomach, pulled out your intestines and all your organs too, and feed them to the beasts out there. I might be over exaggerating, but bare with me.
(Forces herself to think positive...and she will)
One down. Rejected.
Two to go. Decision unknown.
I cried. Yeah, Nevaeh cried. It's because of the shock, but I shouldn't be that surprised, coming to think of it.
I poured out my heart into writing those two essays but...I screwed up the interview!
(Tries to make herself feel better in 1...2...3...)
Psht, I'm too good for them anyway. It's their loss. Besides, who knows what God has planned for me?! When a door closes, another opens. Stay positive, Nev. Think positive. Positivity all the way!
Alright then, I'll go catch up on some sleep. Been a hectic day with tears streaming down my face the half of it.
- With love,