Everyday. It’s never really been “oooo, I need to get with her, or have sex with her, or win her over”-it’s always been about jealousy. It’s about “why can’t I look like her? Why can’t I be her? Why can’t I live like her? Her hair is gorgeous! Why can’t mine be? Etc…

so true! i just want to be her.

I’m jealous of everything. Of how she can wear those tight jean shorts. If how she can cross her legs like that, WHILE wearing those shorts.

Life would be so much easier without all this stuff in the way between my legs.