Was I bitter? Absolutely.
Was I hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt.
Who doesn't feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns into anger. That's my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story.
a story that can either change lives, or do nothing at all.
a story that may have ruined your life, the ways you do things, how you think of things, etc.
until on, you won't hear mine just yet.