'ahh, yes. the jealousy'.

of course, it's killing. it's bloody tearing and ripping me apart from the inside. you know why? because i keep forgetting that bastards like you aren't anywhere near 'worth it'. actually, very far away from 'worth it'. but still, the jealousy still sticks. like leeches on my damn skin, sucking the blood, the life, out of me. it's irritating but it'll pass. i know it will...

at least, for a short time, it'll go. i think. it should. oh well, it better, because i'm almost dying with under the weight of the damn green monster on my back.