Puppies Even Make Rejection Cute

[sekhmet_hethert]

There I was, all wide-eyed and innocent.



It was such a beautiful day, I went to the park (with Chiara) before I went home.



Then I tried on some shoes at Steve Madden.



I got badass platform boots and felt pretty.



Then I went to get the mail.



I got waitlisted at Swarthmore.


I was sad.

Then I got rejected from Columbia.


I felt very small.

I sulked for a while.



I hated the whole world, even shiny things.



Then I realized it was pointless to let this get me down, and it's not that big a deal in the end.



And I was cool with everything once more.



Now I love everyone.



And I am very tired.



ETA:


So I was still a little shell-shocked.



And then I got my Penn rejection letter.



I was a little crazy for a while.



But now I am mellow.