This is my rejection letter from a business fraternity on campus after getting into final round of rush. It was mentally draining since I was emotionally invested into this. All led up to false hope that it would somehow work out b/c I gave this week my 110%.
For those who know me personally, as much as I fake it and act like its okay, it’s really not. I can only keep it contained for so long until I blow up. (today was that day)
Before today’s sermon, I went into a bathroom stall and had a mental breakdown. For an hour, I was crying, punching, kicking, everything to make up for my broken heart. But I came to a conclusion that the physical things I do (crying, punching, kicking) can’t mend my heart back together. It takes a deeper mental understanding to cure my heart. I just pray that I’ll learn how to do that soon.