Rejection is so normal for me. I've come to terms with the fact that I'll be alone forever. And it doesn't even bother me. I'm used to being independent and on my own. I'm used to not needing validation from anyone. I've become numb to the sorrow that I'm careless with my every day. My once pained muscle of a beating heart is now like a black rock, immune to anything thrown its way. The feeling of loving someone that doesn't love me back used to make my stomach drop and my heart sink, but then I reminded myself of how I already knew I wasn't lovable.