i’m jealous of other people, even though i have what they have. i still want it though, what they have, even though i have it.

and i can barely be happy for anyone either.

i think i know why but i can’t even say it because it makes me sound too bad

and i mean i would but it’s not like this is my journal anymore i don’t say half of what i want to on here and i’m too lazy to write. so.