So this is jealousy
I truly can’t recall ever being jealous over something or someone. It’s just never been my style. I have never understood how jealousy could make a person think so irrationally.
Until now.
What an awful, ugly way to live. I don’t like what it’s reduced me to. These thoughts are dark. Staggering. Sickening. Bitter. Consuming.
How can it be jealousy when the object you desire doesn’t even exist?
Until now.
What an awful, ugly way to live. I don’t like what it’s reduced me to. These thoughts are dark. Staggering. Sickening. Bitter. Consuming.
How can it be jealousy when the object you desire doesn’t even exist?