Blank.

The university of my dreams just told me they don't want me.

I feel hollow. A shell. A whisper.

I prepared myself for the worst. But I think I underestimated just how much I wanted this. Just how much I'd have given up for it.

It just goes to confirm what I already knew. I'm average. Mediocre. Less than that.

I feel like a failure.

Ironically enough, I should be doing my literature coursework right about now.
I see little point.