I swear there are times where I think a person has problems with just the fact that I exist. I mean, one can't possibly be jealous of me. There's really nothing to be jealous about.
I'm not really sure how I manage that really. I try to be as invisible as I can be but it seemed as though I fail each and everytime.
What can people be jealous off? That my friends are richer then them? more good looking then them? I hang with the socialites? WHAT? fuck ah. It cant be me wat? I mean what's there on me to be jealous off? My boobs bigger then yours ah? WTF.
So yes. I concluded, I think its the mere fact that I exist.
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On a sidenote: nobody realised that I wore contact lenses today. And I wore blue. TRUE SAPPHIRE. Do you even know how bright that is? very.
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