They told me today that I can’t go. I haven’t cried this hard in months, maybe even a year? I almost feel selfish but then I think about how much I want this and then I’m justified in being so utterly heartbroken. I would give anything to be able to go to Interlochen. I can’t go back to my old high school, I don’t know what I’ll do. Except I do know what I’ll do, I’ll wake up every morning, never feeling anything. And my best friend is gone. And I can’t handle this. I’m going to go sit in one place for the rest of my life and just think about how sad I am. Fuck this.