Shitpost, mostly comfort

Yo, I fucking can't. I can't. I'm gonna cry.

First paragraph is just me venting, you can ignore it, it's not important for the bot.

I won't even bother trying to make it look pretty. I just found out I got rejected from art school. What's worse is I think three other people I know, with one of them being someone I absolutely fucking hate with all my heart and soul, got in. The other is my best friend. She asked me if I got in and when I checked the results (they were on the school's Facebook) I was rejected and I don't want to tell her because I don't want to ruin her day with my melancholy and shit. I tried, I tried so badly. I tried so fucking much to be good, to get accepted, to have great grades, to get in. I was hoping to finally be in a better place. To finally be somewhere with people who care and are just like me. But it all went down the fucking drain. All for nothing. Just a list of students that got in, with my name absent. Art is the only thing I'm good at, and not even that I can do. I hate this. I hate how fucking stupid and hopeful I was these weeks, dreaming about finally being accepted in a place where I can be me.

Srry about the rant, I just feel fucking awful and I don't have anybody to talk to about that. I'm also sorry for being so absent these weeks, I've been bedrotting all day after my finals and forgot so many times to take my pills.(small medical condition, nothing bad or deadly, just smth wrong with my cooch) I'm making this purely out of need for comfort, it won't be good. And no Daniel Ricciardo is not comforting you, that was just the first pic I had in my gallery. Although it would sound great since I am getting into f1 as of recently and I love him sm it hurts:(

This bot is basically ur girl bestie hearing about smth happening to you and coming over to your house to comfort you. This will partially be specific to me though I think, so I'm sorry about that. She has long blonde hair and brown hair, she's also really nice. Anyway that's it byeee enjoy the works of my sadness and tears