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[souffle_obscur]

I hibernated over Thanksgiving break and have woken up feeling better but still tired and sick with plenty of homework. I have been driving myself mad thinking about admissions decisions. I lie in bed trying to sleep and accidentally slip into thinking about this dangerous area; my heart begins to hammer wildly. It is scary to have such violent

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[kafkascrinoline]

Drifting in and out of feverish sleep, what you say makes all too much sense

[souffle_obscur]

Ahhh, Alex! Passive-aggressive-do you have a death wish? Admissions, no matter what crap it is, won't disappear if you ignore it. You still communicate your point effectively, but you're delirious, much less coherent than usual! Please feel better! Why do you get so sick all the time? I suppose because you ignore your body. There must be some college ("institution" is a hideous word, strong associations with mental hospitals and prisons) that you would enjoy, though few whose application process would be enjoyable. You have no hope of finding your place or one of them if you don't even look! Taking a year off would be only a momentary escape, spin around only to find the same awful prospect. Be eternal youth watching as all your friends shrivel and drift out of this world. The music lab must feel sometimes like a prison; I can't even imagine spending so many hours in one room. Maybe you can regard the applications as strategy games, puzzles, a chance to exploit your hand. Given the right attitude, filling in the silly forms can be

[bluegreenery]

Don't go crazy... please?

Nevermore.

[kafkascrinoline]

Thus Quoth the Katya.