Am I upset? Fuck yeah.
Will I recover? With the help of calorie-ladened food, yeah.
It has become a sort of cycle, where 1. I'll get rejected, 2. I'll go on and tell the whole wide web about it, then 3. drown my painful, dark sorrows and self-pity in kimchi ramen, Ben&Jerry's and anything that in my kitchen that is not mold-infested. After that I'll 4. try to make the pinch in my heart go away by taking in big gulps of oxygen, and if I'm lucky enough and Inspiration might come and bestow me with creative ideas so that I could 5. write a short fiction based on the previous emotional turmoil.
I will just have to learn and accept that I won't be good enough for some people and my country is in need of more ER/Grey's Anatomy-like healers than D&G suit-wearing lawyers.
I'll be fine. I