“There are plenty of fish in the sea.”
Let me explain why this should not make anyone feel better.
First and foremost, you’re comparing a person to a fish. That’s insulting.
[Romeo’s family and Juliet’s family hate each other for unexplained reasons. Like really hate each other. Like kimchi in milk. No one knows why but they just don’t mix well together.]
Sometimes I think my life is going terribly wrong,
as if I’m stuck in a room where the walls inch closer
and closer every second,
and if I don’t get out, it’ll squeeze out of me every bit of sanity,
like oranges until they stop dripping.