Yes I’m jealous of you.
Guys, I’m jealous of Him.
How could I not be?
No I’m not jealous because he has a girlfriend, I don’t even know if he has one.
I’m not jealous because I saw him with a girl, I haven’t seen him for a couple of weeks
I’m jealous because he’s literally living his dream.
He gets to do what he loves.
And I’m not even close to my dream, I’m not even sure I can reach it.
Don’t even get me started on the amount of friends that he has.
It’ll be like comparing a walnut to a watermelon.
My metaphors don’t even make sense anymore, because I’m so mad?
I just… I don’t even know.
I’m angry because I literally could not get him out of my head these past few days.
It’s literally driving me insane.
And what have I been thinking about the past few days?
Him and how I want his life.
No, I don’t necessarily want to be him.
But I kind of do.
Have you ever despised someone at school because they hate you, but they’re so popular and so happy. And you want that.
But that’s the difference with him. He’s not mean. He’s kind and considerate and ugh, he’s social. Numerous people love him.
Whenever I see him, he’s with a friend.
He’s just so ufliskdnf;asdklcasmdf.
He doesn’t even have to try. In a snap of fingers he has a group of friends.
And he’s always smirking or smug or smiling.
I want that. I want that happiness.
And I know that there’s probably more behind him. He might be going through hell. You never know a person until you’ve stepped into their shoes.
But right now, in my perspective, life is just good for him.
He’s somewhere where he gets to do something he loves for continuous days.
Where as I have been…. I’ve been.. Ok don’t ask me what I’ve been doing. My bed has been my date for the past 2 weeks.
I mean I love that I get a summer break, but he’s living the summer I wanted.
He’s doing something productive.
He gets to play basketball. The thing he loves.
What am I doing? Getting jealous over him.
I can’t even get in front of a crowd and do what I love, sing.
I have so many opportunities but I just can’t because I don’t even know why. I’m not ready?
While he, he gets the chance to do what he loves any time he wants.
That’s why I’m ultimately jealous.
Will I ever get my chance to do what I love?
Or do I have to constantly think about him having the chance to do what he loves, all. the. time?