I've now been rejected by eight (EIGHT!) grad schools for an MFA in creative writing.

1 waitlist. 1 is taking their sweet ass time in sending me, what I'm sure will be, another rejection letter.

So in one week, I've been in a car accident, had my car totaled, gotten acute whiplash and a concussion, did our first consultation for adoption where we were informed that we would have to pay $20k upfront to move forward, and been rejected by 2 more grad schools (to add to the previous 6 rejections).

Yup. I'm one hell of an overachiever.

Fuck everything. I just want to go hide. Tell me when it's better.