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You know, there are lots of days when I am able to rationally look at my life and say, you know what? I'm doing fine - I go to a good school and I may not have a great GPA but I do okay, I manage to deal with a sport and a part time job on top of academics. Some days I can even recognize that I have a number of likable personal qualities - I can be smart and funny and relatively polite and terminally easy to please, and hey, I've been called cute before.

And then there are the days when you find out that the kid you watched get wasted last weekend has a 4.0 GPA, an acquaintance wins a Rhodes scholarship, and the boy you kinda have a crush on hits on the girl next to you. brb, going back to bed.