Memoriesssss
It’s not like I hate her... but maybe I felt jealous. Maybe that’s what made me angry. But I don’t even know why to be angry like, why? Why does someone else’s happiness make me angry? Why do I want to snatch their happiness... their wide smiles?
Slowly, I’m becoming the villain of the story. The one who hates others’ happiness... just because he has none.
I’m that villain now.
[ Lines From My Book ] Sometimes Confession Is Hard
ShaliniChakraborty1
@Memoriesssss, That’s a deeply honest and relatable reflection—acknowledging those complicated feelings takes real courage. Your words capture the struggle between jealousy and self-awareness beautifully. It makes the character—and perhaps all of us—feel very human.
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