I look at people in relationships and I get so jealous.
YOU ARE STATISTICALLY AND EXPONENTIALLY HAPPIER THAN I AM.
WHY CAN’T I BE YOU? WHY AM I ALONE? WHAT MADE YOU SO GODDAMN SPECIAL?
And then I write bitter tumblr posts and realize I actually spend more time bitching about not having a relationship than actually trying to get one. C’est la vie.