sixteen.

This is what they call growth!

Last year I was internalizing all this shame and insecurity because my professor failed to reply to my emails and forgot a letter of recommendation he essentially scolded me into asking for.

This year!

He once again has scolded me into asking for help and has failed to reply to my emails and as a result my financial aid is not in effect. But I am internalizing NOTHING! This shit is NOT my fault.

Now if only I could get rid of the sadness I feel if I drag him under the bus.

thirteen.

The university found her.

And I’m sitting here, heart pounding anticipating the argument to come. Probably not going to sleep tonight. Probably going to vomit several times.

Sara couldn’t wait two fucking days to let this girl graduate. I can’t fucking believe it.