Jealousy

Yeah yeah yeah, I get it. She's your girlfriend. But really, I think I should matter more... Whatever. I'm just jealous. And poor. I want to go places and do things but I can't, I have no money. I'm waiting on this job at Target to get back to me...Still. I'll call them tomorrow. Everyone's pissing me off. I don't like it. I think I'll eat some chocolate now. You never get to fucking see me and all you can do is complain about how you don't get to see them... ugh. I wish my best friend could come visit me. We'd have so much fun. I feel like that would solve a lot of my problems. Actually be able to say goodbye this time and not have that lingering feeling of "where is she?"