Jealousy

Envy.

it's a snake, digging it's fangs into you. You crave for the same advantage from the person you envy greatest. You want to be that person. Or, at least, in my case.

My friends have so much things in life. Happiness, love and appreciation for their careers. While they're out there, doing amazing things, I'm sitting at my computer drawing or writing crappy stories while I post them online. I wanted to be like them; to do important tasks that will make me matter.

The venom is strong. I begin to feel envy and jealousy towards other people, strangers as well. My lifeless brown eyes would stare at them while they laughed. I wanted to be a storybook character like them even though I know it's not physically possible.

My eyes whirl around in their sockets. My eyebrows begin to crease in worry. My hands begin to shake. This venom; this envy and jealousy is killing me.

But will it matter in the end?