I hate it when things feel more significant for me than for other people. When you finally realize that they don't think about you, it may be the most isolating feeling I could name. Hammers the point home when they get permanently paired off with someone else soon afterwards. Stings bad, but I tried to tell myself I knew what I was getting into with that. Stupid to be sad. Trying to manually override the urge to be melancholy, but I feel profoundly alone in this moment.

I'm so stupid.