'Cause she's everything, everything I'm not.
OK, remember the chick I don't really like at the R.S.? Well, I'm learning something, mostly about myself. That is...I'm envious. Jealousy has reared its' very ugly head, to the point that at times I just want to bite heads off. Now you know that's not possible, even with my big mouth, but you get my point. This poses a question to myself, and maybe you as well. Don't I like myself enough not to let myself go on a mental rampage about someone else? I know I want to be accepted, but do I really need to change? Do I have a right to even care about this person? Answer - personally, kinda. She's kinda a bitch to me. Ha. You'll have to come here to get my point, but she is. Trust me. I just don't like her. I really don't like her. Now...she just came in, so I have to wrap this up in a little red bow... and go and deal with Fin. Aid. CRAP. Just give me free money. Please.