Never rearrange your life in order to meet Mr. Darcy half way. If he couldn’t see your worth at the moment you met then he won’t two years later. May the halls of Pemberly be filled with his regrets and your life filled with thankfulness because of this revelation. - Shannon L. Alder

I take it and I give it out, but never do I feel it as intensely as when I take it. You open yourself up to another just to watch them being repelled. How many times can you take it? I pay so little heed to who I reject that it seems just fair that I take my share of the rejection pie. I wish I could  just laugh at you, and your petty strikes. I wish it would not touch me, but it does. The dark beast in me grows strong from all the negative affirmation you give me. At times, it blows up so much, that there's no space for the sweet me. It can't breath and withers.

Rejection is piercing, first you feel its bony caress on your check, almost gentle, then its grip wanders down to your throat, strengthening, chocking you ever so slightly, driving tears into your eyes, and making it hard to breath. It's final strike goes right to your core, the heart of you, splitting you into two. You, the rejected, reject yourself because of it. You become your own enemy. You let it in and it tries to destroy you from inside.

No more. Give it the kiss of death and kick it out. And kick hard, because you are perfect, and you don't need to change to suit others. The ones that embrace you for who you really are, are the ones that are a natural fit. No need to live in the confines of a corset of someone else's making just to please a person who will never know your true worth. If you do, you will only learn to hate yourself and them. Better to feel a piercing pain once, and remove the thorn from your wounded feet, than to learn to sleep well on a bed of nails, bleeding every night into your pillow.