Denial

So here's the thing, when you suffer a rejection, no matter what, why or how she says it, it just ain't gonna make you feel any better. A no's a no, the blow unsoftenable. Take this recent example: John I just want you to know, that to have someone I admire and respect so much as you ask me that, someone I just think is so awesome and amazing, well, to think that someone like you could like someone like me- [sigh] I just can't tell you how much that means... Ok, well, err, I don't give a monkeys! As harsh as it sounds, I couldn't care less, because basically in a rejection here's the subtext: I looked at you, I carefully considered our future together, I weighed up all the positives and negatives, good points and bad, and guess what? The negative won over! On balance you're in the red, no credit, bankrupt. I conceived of the happiness we could achieve together and decided it wasn't worth it. In other words, you suck ass. Anyway, whilst pining away my unrequitement like a lovesick halfwit teen-rager, I was wracked with pangs of stomach-churning love so strong it felt like my insides were eating me up. Then I realised it was pancreatitis.