This might be a selfish thing to say, but sometimes I'm jealous.
Jealous of how happy people are
People meaning my friends.
That makes me sound toxic, but I wish I could be them. Im not saying there life's are perfect but I would do anything to be someone else, there perfect in my eyes and I wish I had the same beauty as them. Or the same family. Don't get me wrong, I love them with all my heart and they deserve to be happy at all times. But I just wish I could live there life you know? It's so hard to explain without sounded mean or selfish.
I mean yeah,
Sometimes I break down in tears
And yeah,
Sometimes I sit in my shower
Sometimes I can't hold my head up
Sometimes my hands shake
but sometimes,
I see my friends smile
Other people living well
Sometimes I feel happy for them
Other times I'm jealous.
But why?
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