Dear person I’m jealous of:
I don’t like saying I am jealous, because jealousy is poisonous. Admittedly, I am a bit, but mostly, I just look up to you a lot. Maybe you know this, maybe you don’t, I dunno, but, you’re so loved and appreciated by so many and well, I wish I was too. I mean, I know that I am loved and appreciated as well, but not to the same scale I don’t think. And if my vocabulary was as amazing as yours, and my words traveled as smoothly as yours do…I would be over the moon.
My Type is Homicidal 