Is it funny that when we want something, desperately, life senses it? I am a failure by all accounts. Failed my mother, my brother, myself. My father would be ashamed of me. I am sorry. I got rejected for something I was excited about and it was crushed. I am not in a self-pitying mood, just being honest. And why was I rejected? On a social media post. Well, I'm sure I can laugh about it someday, but I want to cry plateful of tears. Vincent Van Gogh was right: the sadness will last forever.