I know it really shouldn't be so much of a big deal for me, but I just can't get it off my mind. Sometimes I still find myself wishing that I'm just swimming in a nightmare I'll soon be treading out of once I wake up. pero hindi eh...

Getting in meant a lot to me, for matters of pride, pressure, and in planning out what I wanted for college. I guess complacency just didn't work for me this time... and I felt it worst when I had to scan and scan and scan only to frustrate myself with the fact that I really wasn't going to find my name there. The bad thing about it is, I still cry about it up to now. And I HATE IT. Ayoko na.

happy birthday... hindi ka pumasa.

hay. what to make of it? I'm just glad I'm the only one disappointed; my family had more encouragement to give over negativity. at least there's nowhere else to go but up right now. babalik din ako sa taas. no more worthless tears.