I’m really, really trying to believe that there’s a plan out there for me. But as days pass and nothing happens (nothing but rejection), I’m starting to believe that there isn’t. Maybe there IS a plan out there for everyone who was meant to have it–and some, like me, are probably just accidents that fate doesn’t care about.
You’d think that I should be SO USED to rejection now that it shouldn’t affect me–but it does. It hurts, a lot. And I think the reason why this one hurts more than it really should is because I’ve accepted that I’m never going to be successful in any other aspect of my life except my career–and even THAT is looking very improbable now.
So I ask: WHAT NOW?
Care to answer, God, universe, fate?
Or at least give me a damn sign.
