The thin envelope.

I was expecting it, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm extremely saddened by it.

The second my dad handed it to me I knew what it was going to say.

I hate seeing everyone else I know  get in.

Not that I could ever afford it anyway.

It was expected.

I can't let the

depression

kick

in.

God I hate rejection.

Wells Fargo wants an interview.

Let us not pretend that this job would mean the end of my childhood forever.

Today was a bad day, but i'll have better.