I've reached a point where I'm not happy for the people I love. As terrible as that sounds, I just can't be. I sometimes feel consumed by envy. I never went through this phase, when I was younger. I guess that leaves me entitled to feel it now. However, in this minute it feels all consuming. I'm caught in a swirl of everyone else's good news. I want to be happy for them. I want to rejoice with you because you have: great children, a beautiful home, an awesome boyfriend, a husband that treats you like gold, a job you love, a career you always wanted, a family that adores you ...
So while I stand here watching all your planes take off, I'm stuck with a delayed layover ...
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