I hate that you think I'm oh-so-awesome.

I hate that my success doesn't prompt true congratulations from you; only feelings of inferiority and assumptions of my seemingly endless awesome.

- I'm selfish, I know. No need to inform me of what I already know. -

But I truly am happy for you- ecstatic! - when you succeed. Maybe happier than you are.

"You have everything" - you say, ambiguously, in a blog.

I don't even care if you're not talking about me.

Nobody has everything.

Ignorance.

And it hurts.

Dare you.

Dare you?

Dare I?

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I want to be sorry for my words, but I'm not.

Hate me. I am who I am. I'm a horrible person too.

June 2nd, 11:25 pm