"You think you're better than everyone else?!" The guy who actually thought he was better than everyone else yelled at me once. I saw him shove people out of his way, and throw a glare at a cleaning lady after slipping on the wet floor.

He was livid, hands hovering in air ready to land a punch on me.

I was not sure.

After being rejected by the girl I liked, my pride was broken. I only saw my flaws.

Maybe I was actually worse than everyone else. Then I did not deserve everything I thought I did.

Still, the voice in my head kept whispering. Especially when I applied for a job.