on one hand, i tell myself that i should be mature and understanding so such feelings should not be allowed because i am a very lucky person. on the other hand, there's this part of me that remains like a petulant child who refuses to share her toys with someone who appears to have less toys than me.
there really isn't much in life that i treasure this much and i don't want to go back to how it was. i don't want to look small in your eyes so i keep quiet but this is killing me. this is as open as i can get about it now and i wish that these thoughts would stop.
our day will come.
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