A 'Dear UCAS' entry

[ervinai]

My personal statement wants me to die. It is continually getting bigger so that I run out of space. It is consistently ugly and is trying not to make sense by eating my brain. It is far more hassle than it's worth and it is slowly killing me. My personal statement wants me to die. And I have yet more to add.

Well, guess what? I hate you too, bitch. Get your ass in line and stop being a bastard. I will succeed. So suck on that.