cant sleep in the city of neon and chrome.
its december 1st.
its coming. i know its coming.
any day now. the rest of my life will be here.
i'm predicting doom. sadness. misery. upset. tears.
could the mail come any slower? my gosh.
its probably on its way.
a letter with 3000 miles, and every hope and dream i've had in it.
god, i wish i had tried. even a little.
december 15th couldnt come fast enough.
hopefully it will come faster.
my fingers are crossed.
pray for NYU.