Why?

Why is it that even when you know you've been rejected, for lack of a better word, and sort of played that it's hard to get over? No amount of chocolate, ice cream, frosting, chick flicks, or music seems to make it just disappear. That stupid feeling is like those horrid mosquitoes when you're camping; they just keep coming back every five seconds and you cannot for the life of you get rid of them! I just honestly don't understand why guys think it's OK to do that to girls. Then there's the predicament of whether or not I should tell him off. Would that really make me feel better? Or would it just give me temporary satisfaction that then leaves me with a feeling of being a horrible immature person? I don't really want to know, but I do. I dislike this immensely.

And, I want to bake a pie, but that is not happening. Sad. Oh well, fewer calories for me to consume. (: