Confession

Ok.

I'll admit to it, as I always do with my faults and less pleasant qualities.

I am jealous.

And I am not sorry for it.

Why can't certain things come as easy for me as they do to others?

I am sick and tired of being oh so perfect but never good enough.

I won't keep on having low expectations just because that's the best way of not getting disappointed.

Everything seems to be falling into place except for me and I am trying my best and I don't know how to do better.

In the end, I am alone.

"Jealousy live upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty." François de la Rochefoucauld

"Jealousy is a tiger that tears not only its prey but also its own raging heart."