"There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around They don't know they're dead to me cause intent never makes a sound"

honestly, if i think about it, a part of me is jealous.

jealous that i don't have friends commenting me on facebook saying "so excited you're back from college! can't wait to do something fun with ya." "we're going to have some awesome adventures" "it's about time you're back"

jealous that no one is waiting for my arrival.

jealous that i sit at home, always the one to call others to drag them along with me.

jealous that my phone sits silent for days on end.

jealous that life is not like what it used to be.