I love my friends. but whenever I see any of them I just get so jealous.

I’ll start at the beginning.

one is the most caring person I’ve ever met. she never bothers anyone with anything on her mind, even though I love listening to her speak. her bothers could never be bothersome.

then there’s another one, who is so emotionally stable when she has no reason to be. she never puts herself first and always gives everyone a second chance.

or another one, who is so musically talented its unbelievable.

that one, who I will never understand how she still puts up with me. she is just a natural ray of sunshine with a wonderful way with words.

or this one, who is a well rounded people person. she knows exactly how to talk to everyone and everyone, and make them feel worthwhile.

then there’s the final one. my favourite one. she’s so intelligent and wise I’m amazed we can have a conversation. she has so many good outlooks on life and just gets things. She just understands how things work and why they work in a certain way and why people are a certain way. the worst part is she doesn’t see it. she doesn’t see anything good about herself and it’s just so upsetting to myself. Her way of thinking with her quarks and her gift of writing. everyone envies her.

then, there’s me. I’m nothing special. Sometimes I’m funny, at the expense of someones feelings. I try to help people, but I turn it around and put myself first. I’m not sympathetic. I’m not realistic. I’m a flaw. A big, walking flaw.