faint hope sunken in
folded under disappointment
confidence slinks off
doesn’t bad news come in threes
storm clouds still hang over me
Got home to a kindly-worded form email telling me I didn’t get the fellowship. I don’t think I had a strong chance at getting it, but I wanted it more than I can articulate, and this rejection feels like a blow.
I know how unwise it is to pin all hopes on one possibility, especially such a paper-thin possibility. Still. I’m sorry for my loss. Not, at this moment, feeling very ‘pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again.’