I don’t want to call it “jealousy”
I don’t want to call it jealousy simply because I’m not jealous of you. You get under my skin and if I could comment on everything you’ve ever posted on a social network site and let you know that you absolutely suck, I would. That’s mean.. I know. But you have said the worst things about me and want to act like it’s not a big deal. Saying sorry has made you feel better about yourself, not me feel better about you. You’re a whiner. But I’m a complainer. You’re a slut and I’m two years committed. We’re different. Maybe that’s why I hate you. Maybe I envy what you do with your life.. Sleeping around, partying, acting like a an immature bitch.. wait, no? I don’t. So don’t call this jealously. This is me letting out my fucking anger without having to hear how much of a great person you are. Honestly, in my book, which probably is very irrelevant to you and the rest of the world, YOU SUCK.
so don’t call it jealousy.