. . Love Laced In Cyanide . .

I feel so sad.
My mom just told me that I can go to the summer program.
I worked so hard to get the applications and letters of recommendations.
I was looking forward to the getting the letter that told me I was a semi-finalist.
I got the letter.
Joy ran through my veins.
I was looking forward to going to Princeton and doing my interview.
Now I can't go.
I feel so let down.
So depressed.
No one knows.
This week has been hell.
Someone kill me.