Why is it so hard to be happy for people I don’t like? I hate acting fake to them, but truthfully I don’t find them to be deserving of what’s coming. I just want it all to fall apart. Either that, or be a giant wake-up call and not be what they thought. At all.
Does that make me a bad person? I am genuinely happy for most people. But not these jerks. Ughhh.
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You’re just jealous. It happens.
It’s okay. I appear happy in front of people, even if I don’t like them. Then I talk shit if I need to vent to my close friends who keep secrets. It takes a lot for someone to get on my bad side so it doesn’t happen often for me.