It sucks when you find out that a boy you kinda like has started dating someone else. Someone thinner than you. Prettier than you. Probably more feminine and girlfriend-material than you.
And then you get to thinking that if you were just a bit thinner, prettier, more feminine, all around just a bit better than you are now, then you would be dating that person.
It sucks that I have to constantly remind myself that people in relationships are just as likely to be unhappy than single people. It’s a truthful, and lifting thought. But it still kinda sucks.