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i've always been jealous for my friends: they have pals to hang out with, they love and are loved, they're liked and not as screwed up as me. but at the same time i've always truly wished for them to be happy, i wanted them to find happiness, it was sincere feeling. somewhere, under all jealousy, i felt that they should be at least the only ones to be successful. so... why aren't they? why do we ALL mess up?