Maybe I'm the only one, but there always seems to be that one person that I just can't shake my jealousy for. And it's nothing that she's done to warrant this, but there's just something that puts me on edge. And it's not fair.
I reckon jealousy is just how we realize our insecurities. Sometimes it seems like when you enter a room that everyone in there is prettier, thinner, and smarter, than you are and you can't help but feel self conscious. We feel that we're in constant competition with those around us for who gets to be the best. Others feel like a threat.
But why? Why should we have to go through life wondering if we're good enough? How do we expect others to accept us if we haven't accepted ourselves?
"Cause all I really want's to be with you, feeling like I matter too." I think that's all anybody ever really wants-- to feel loved and important. How come that seems so challenging at times?
On that note... I'm sorry that I've judged you before judgement was due, but I'm human and I'm working on it. Forgive me.
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