I’m jealous.
I’m jealous of someone who I shouldn’t be, yet here I am. Jealous of the way people stare at them and then feel unworthy to be beside them or disturbed to be seen with them. As I can never get any type of attention if I’m with them. Jealous that I may not the first thing people look at and continue looking at when I’m with them…
I’m jealous.
I’m jealous of my sister…
