Watching others get what I want so deeply is a learning process. My roommate said that jealousy is the seed of all bad things. Maybe it’s true, because it makes you question whether what you have is worth the price and everything else you sowed.
I feel like I need to get out and do something more. Choices that leave no room for fear of risk, routine and the ordinary.
I used to think that coming onto the surface is easy and the people wearing mask everyday aren’t living. But with time that thought changes. Somehow it’s harder to let people in, and honesty becomes something you have to work for. Somehow, you believe that tolerance from others is hard to get, and being happy for others are raw jewels.
I need something more to stay alive.
