Getting accepted into Harvard was the
second hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I do recall hearing in my interview
that my ACT score wasn’t “pivotal”
—bitch, I got a PERFECT SCORE
(check my cover for proof)—
and thinking: “Wow, they
aren’t even impressed
to see the means
of the process vindicated.
I mean, didn’t you wonder why
I almost killed myself last week?
Or why I post on this blog so late?
I don’t eat, sleep, etc I just do work.
This semester was the second hardest.
So let me tell you beautiful people as I
start exam week here in this state (my
mental state being fragile, while my
geographical state, Massachusetts,
is cold as hell—and it’s snowing):
My mental health is at a LOW.
Thus, more importantly,
let me say that…
you are NOT