I feel like I’m in high school again.

You know, when you crush on the jock (who you know is actually a loser, but you love him anyway coz you see the best in him), and you dream of him every single day and pray to the heavens that you’d do anything—everything—just for him to notice you.

And by some bizarre twist of fate, he seems like he wants to get to know you too.

And so you spend some—no, a lot, actually—of time with one another, and discover what you always knew: that he’s the best human being ever.

And just when you think you can go to the next level, you see him with the school slut. He sees you too, but then he looks away.

Point is that you think you’re special, but you are not.

You’re laughable.