Sometimes, I get jealous of my friends. That's normal, I think, some degree of envy. I don't hate them for it nor do I wish it were me instead of them or that their luck would turn around. No. No, it's not like that. It's more of a wishing that something like what is happening for them happens to me. Soon.
My life, at the moment, is stagnant. That's how it feels to me, anyway. And my friends are going places, doing things, getting noticed. And I feel that life is passing me by and I don't know how to catch up to it. How to catch up to them.
The green-eyed monster is rearing its head, but it doesn't have horns or sharp teeth, it has sad eyes instead.
I am happy for them all, I really am. I just wish something would happen to me that would make them jealously happy for me too.
My life, at the moment, is stagnant. That's how it feels to me, anyway. And my friends are going places, doing things, getting noticed. And I feel that life is passing me by and I don't know how to catch up to it. How to catch up to them.
The green-eyed monster is rearing its head, but it doesn't have horns or sharp teeth, it has sad eyes instead.
I am happy for them all, I really am. I just wish something would happen to me that would make them jealously happy for me too.
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