Crying over spilt milk

It is so patently obvious that somethings are not worth shedding tears over, not worth that amount of emotional involvement or turmoil.

But sometimes you just can't help it (blame PMS?), like just then, when I cried over 2 rejections (one in my email, and one certainly coming).

Bloody Westp#c, you rejected me within 48 hours...knowing the sheer volume of applications, I don't know whether it makes me feel better or worse knowing that they probably didn't even read my application. (Actually, I take that back, it makes me feel like shite...means my application wasn't even worth reading.)

The worst thing is that I actually put myself out there this time. I thought I might have a shot, but was sorely mistaken. And to top it all off, I wanted this one.

Hopefully this is just a big step in the direction of desensitisation. But at the moment, it's just very very hard to swallow.
Sigh.