It will be my downfall. I cannot express how I feel about the things I love, and that hinderance will prevent me from getting into Yale, among other things.

My problem is that I feel any words I can think of to descrive my passion(s) are insufficient and unworthy. I use the word “passion” tentatively, because the cliche that word holds almost sickens me. There are no other words, though. It is a devastating catch-22.