I have already heard that misery loves company
I guess that is true
This days I want someone to wallow with
I can’t help wanting to drag you down to my level
I want everything you have
It makes me feel bad
How jealous I am of you
I didn’t know I could be this jealous
But I am
And it scares me
My lack of satisfaction
How hard I try to be happy for you
But how hard it is not to be jealous
Does it make me bad person
Can I be jealous of you and still be happy for you
Does that make any sense
Because believe me
I am happy for you
Most of the time
About the Creator
Aubrey james
Hi, I’m Aubrey, I love reading but I love writing more it always helps me feel less chaotic🤧words just have a way of calming people.please check out my stories that would be really nice🥹
I’m a student so tips would really be appreciated 😇
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