The letter came in the mail today. The rejection letter for the second job I was in the top three for. (pretty sure that's not a proper sentence and not entirely sure how to make it so.) Not even a job I especially wanted, but still - rejection is rejection.
Yeah, yeah. I know. Not the right one, not meant to be, etc., etc., etc. (Don't be a boyfriend and offer up the advice, okay? Just listen.)
I am in a pissy mood today, in case you hadn't noticed.
Relationships are shifting around, disappearing, changing. I don't like that. I feel like I can't keep track of it all.