There are plenty of fish in the sea.

Which can be both a good and a bad thing.
There are so many people out there to fuck (up) with.
How can one ever hope to feel special enough when competition is so great?
It can't feel good to see someone you like being chatted up by a dozen others not unlike yourself.
It's like I'm talking to someone else right now
but I'm only talking to myself.
Sometimes I need to be cryptic with myself so that my own heart doesn't burst from a breakthrough.
I'm not special, I'm no better, but I should also remember that I'm no worse.