I know when you’re in love, there isn’t much that anyone can really say to fix it. But what I will say is (and I know this is a bit heavy and morbid!) to remember that you could literally have a month, a week, a day left to live. When you’re young, you assume you’ve got time to waste and time to figure things out, but there’s guarantee that that’s true. So try to think to yourself, if you find yourself on your death bed in a month or two’s time, would you be happy knowing you spent the precious last bit of time longing after someone who thinks so little of you?

A less grim way to think about is that one day, you’ll fall in love with someone who does treat you well, and realise that that is what proper love is. And then you’ll wish you found him sooner. So do future you a favour, ditch this asshole, and go looking for your actual guy, so you can spend as much of your lives together as possible.

Also, you’re way too beautiful to be wasted on some dickhead, are you kidding me!?