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I hate it. I am such a jealous person, and I don’t mean to be, nor do I want to be. I am jealous of everyone because they lead a better life than me. I’m jealous of people who have things that I don’t have that I want. I’m jealous if someone is talking to someone else instead of talking to me. I’m jealous of everything. I’m sorry. I don’t choose to be.

