yes
I GOT IN.
The email came at 14:06 in the middle of a painting class and I read it four times and then went out into the corridor and sat on the floor. I start in Stockholm in August.
Called Mamma. She screamed so loud a man on her bus asked if she was ok. Hedda came home with a prinsesstårta, the green cake, a whole one, for two people. We have eaten half.
Also, for the record, because Hedda made me promise to write it: I went to the vårdcentral two weeks ago. The doctor was nice. She asked a lot about sleep and stress, and said a word, depersonalisation, which is when you feel like you're outside yourself, or the world isn't quite real. She said it's common with stress and no sleep, and that it usually goes away.
She also said maybe stop staring into a mirror for hours. I said it's homework. She wrote down "sleep".
Exhibition in two weeks. Then summer.