Jealousy. It is evil. I hate it but I can’t ward it off totally. Especially on a day like this, seeing friends happily celebrating with their families. What is a family? I don’t even feel like I have one now. It’s sad. So sad how people are going their separate ways on a day like this. No apologies, no repentance, just silence and hostility.
I am even jealous of the bf, although he has to work today, he is still able to celebrate it later somehow. While I’m here sitting in resentment, disappointment and saddened by circumstances.
Nevertheless, I’m grateful that my grandmother is alright. And my plight isn’t anything as bad as those lying helplessly in hospital beds or mourning over the death of a loved one(s). Condolences to the family I saw yesterday with teary eyes, to the families of lost and crashed planes and to the people of Gaza.
I’ll be okay. God, thanks for making me okay.