Jealousy has this crazy way of working, of overpowering your mind and of making life hell. Jealousy makes me hate. Jealousy makes me want to run away. And jealousy makes me want to be there as well. I abhor feeling jealous and I wish I didn't feel it. But who am I kiddin'?

If only I could let the broken pieces of me lie on the floor and live in the feeling of being so broken just so I could get done with it and move on instead of revisiting it again and again.

Everybody's changing and I've just opened my eyes.