Jealous

Journals are meant to be for writing down feelings, right? So, here I go. This is me. Everything that I have. Vulnerable to each and every single one of you who real this.

I'm a jealous person. I'm jealous that I don't have things I need like other people do. I don't have a car or braces for my teeth. I'm also jealous that I don't have material things, too. I don't have awesome clothes and accessories. I don't have a phone or a camera. iPod touches are way out of reach. I'm jealous of my best friends easiness to not give a fuck about such simple things. I'm jealous of all the skinny people. I'm jealous of all the talented people. I'm jealous of people who have great jobs.

However, at this point, at my age, I can only blame myself for not having these things, now. Most of them, I don't even need to be happy. I have many things to do. I have years to become the person I want to be. For that I am grateful. I'm grateful for the people that I have, and the things that I DO have.

I'm jealous, yes. But I am also human.