Holy smokes, today was like a lukewarm imitation of The 100 queerbaiting fiasco—I thought everything would be swell and fine until the news slapped me right in the face. Rejection hurts.
Am I beating a dead horse? It’s hard to say, when the question is still unanswered, despite numerous attempts—why are you doing this? When did you decide that someday would be forever?
I’m trying not to let it all sink into my mind, back to that glum, empty place from years ago. I’ve come too far to give up. Perhaps I should take a page from my sister’s book: “not all hope is lost.”
Come on, breathe. There are still good things in the world. Breathe.