p-h-uck

I bougtht a suit today for my nephew's christening next month. I also got an email from one of my university-application places asking for an essay sample (it didn't process on the online form, it seems). I saw the name of the admin staff that I contacted before and saw the title 'MPhil application' on the email, I dreaded. I conceded that yes, I was rejected, but no, it was asking for more information. That means they are considering me even if my grades are shit.

I'm scared. Part of me would want to die if I didn't get in.

I learned that hiding things is the best way to cope with life. I just need to hide things from my intimate thoughts, concentrate on other things. So, I won't mention things on this blog..