I'm bitter and self-loathing on most days, but when coupled with moodswings, it gets pretty unbearable.
So yeah, I'm hearing from MIT soon, and I think I need to go hide somewhere. I just don't want to know whether I got in or not. I just don't, because I know I'm going to be rejected and then I'll be depressed, because the possibility that I might have gotten in is here right now, and that's enough for me. No need to mess with that.
Ow. Cramp. My parents don't believe in Midol, either.