How abundantly crap.
In a tribute to General Maths, I present to you a selection of highly accurate probabilities.
The not-crush
Probability that he likes someone else: 94/100
Probability that he likes no-one: 4/100
Probability that he's in love with himself: 1/100
Probability that he likes me: 0.00000003/100
Probability that I'm pathetic as all fuck: 1

The future
Probability that I'll end up on the dole: 99/100
Probability that I'll end up an old lonely spinster: 98.4/100
Probability that I'll end up happy, well paid and married to some gorgeous, rich, talented and nice male: 0


I'm so pessimistic, and I'm whinging almost as much as you-know-who. Meh. I'm just not in a good mood tonight. Sorry all.fnord

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