As if today wasn't stressful enough, I got my first grad school rejection today. Of course it was for one of my top choices.

Never mind that they accept 12 people out of more than 1000 applications (giving me a .012% chance of being accepted). My depression is such that I am now convinced that I am going to be rejected from the other nine schools, I suck, should never write again, and I've wasted thousands of dollars applying to schools just to get independent confirmation that I fucking suck, I'm stuck being a coordinator, and I'll never be successful. My brain then immediately leaps to the conclusion that the best thing to do is take a bottle of pills, or cut my wrists, or go hide in a corner so no one has to put up with the failure that is me anymore.

I am seriously on the verge of tears. I hate you Wednesday.