Think about it

seeing you happy makes me green with envy, because i know i am not at the heart of that happiness. seeing you so content makes me want to hate you, but i simply cannot. i've told you so many times in my head, "fuck you," but i hadn't meant it. today i actually did. you know you have my feelings in your hand and you go and pull some stupid shit like that just in spite of it. you think its funny, well i sure as hell don't, so fuck you.