Jealousy:

by Dying Inside   Sep 4, 2006


I\'m so jealous of her. I remember when we were little, we were best friends but now she doesnâ??t even try to be nice to me.
But I donâ??t care because when I\'m older she\'ll be watching me with envious eyes like I am with her now.
She might have the looks and brains but what really helps her is her confidence.
When I smile I donâ??t feel confident. When I open my mouth I feel embarrassed and there\'s nothing I can do but wait, wait until \'m a little bit older. Wait for the perfect moment and when it comes I wont ignore it or take it for granted.
Just watch, I\'ll become the better person.
Bring it on JP, bring it on!

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