I am jealous of a lot of things.
I'm jealous of people always getting their way,
I'm jealous of people getting their dream jobs,
And I'm jealous of people knowing what they want to do with their life, just to name a few.
But what I'm most jealous of is people falling in love and getting loved back.
By all means, I'm not mad at the world, I'm genuinely happy for them.
I really wish I could have that too, but it has never been written in my cards.
It seems that I was meant to be the person that no one really likes, and I've tried to change enough times to know it brings no good and leaves rubble to pick back up, the lost pieces of me. I'm the extra piece of the puzzle you need only when the others go missing or simply gets forgotten.
I know its fine and okay and that there's worse that could happen, but it just sucks.
