A few volunteer editors read your definition and decided to not publish it. Don't take it personally!
The moment you get that email and realize your definition is dead, your dreams are gone, and your soul is now a meme.
I got the email and cried. My definition was perfect. They didn’t even try.
I was so excited when I sent it. Then I got the email and I just sat there like a sad potato.
My definition was the best thing since sliced bread. Then I got that email and now I’m just a sad potato.