..and here we are.

It won't happen to me.

Welllll, and why won't it?

I'm..y'know, a good person..maybe?

Bullshit.
That halo around your head has been crushed to powder. That high, white horse you're riding on? Its hooves trampled all over it, as you looked down upon us mere mortals, pitying us and our petty existence.
You rode high, child. Galloped over mountains, tasted the sky, shone like the sun in all its glory.
Lucky as you were, you saw love. Felt it. True love, shining out of an oxytocin-pumped ass. Too bad it was blinding, crippling, and well, it just made you foolish.
You left, to always be held back.
You cried, to always be consoled.
You threw tantrums and got to sit on godly pedestals.
You loved, to get loved back. Fiercer by a million.
All that is gone now. The light is still shining, oxytocin-laden and blinding. Probably to someone with shades on.
While you, delusional princess, are right here with us mortals.
Leave all you want; the hole you leave shall be promptly filled.
Cry all you want. If you look carefully, you might just catch the glint of an ecstatic smirk through the tears.
You aren't on a pedestal, you're down there, slithering in dirt and venom.
Another number on a list.
Another tick mark across yet another name.
You can try to jump, save some dignity.
But you lack the sanity.
You will come back, like a moth to a flame.
And you will be burned.
Over and over and over again.

Fuck academia.
I'm outta here.