Shove cyanide down my throat; I’m back at school.
You know, being accepted into SLC hasn’t done much for me---aside from mucking everything up in a pretty brilliant way. I think I would have been somewhat content-ish with UCF if I had been rejected from my dream school. Or I might just have gone out Sylvia Plath style (I kid. I don’t even know where I’d find a gas oven in Florida).