
I am a jealous person. I've never been one to not admit it and sometimes it gets the best of me. In my best of times, I am giving, happy, considerate, and love that people around me have more than me. In my worst, which happens to be right now, I am selfish, frustrated, angry, and despise the people that I love that complain about things that I wish that I had. Just a place to call my own and a job with a future. In this time of a recession, apparently that's a lot to ask for. I've been in my happiest point of life to one of the worst in a year and it's not getting better. I feel like I'm alienating friends, I've been drinking a lot more, and I am constantly crying all the time. But sometimes I feel when I complain people see me like angry pampered brat that doesn't see what she has.
I just wish that this cycle of personal hell will end on a good note instead of having to settle for whatever is out there. Or I'm starting to weight another option, find another path and pray that it will make me happy.
To my friends, I love you and I'm sorry for whatever anger I have. But it's not like this is going to get any better.
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