beaten up. left.

rejection feels really bad. yahoo! am i being silly to believe that id ever have got thru. but to be in the final 13. and to get op. now if that doesnt give u hope what does. i must frankly admit that i was the least deserving of all those present there. ahh, its the money. very devilish, the gleam of gold. sour grapes? no. i wonder how hings will be tomo. i dont feel like gettting up an doin things that i dont wnt to . house. arts. who cares. i dont. im raving. this can mean only one tng. i must cleam my rroom. dig out aimcat papers and work my ass off. like duh. an then one day, i can play golf. :) yeah! right!