dear person i’m jealous of
i’ve made way too many tumblr posts about you within the past week. i can’t tell whether or not i want to kill myself or just skin you alive. even though i say all those things about how perfect i think you are, i also think you have no depth to you. and i got a lotta that shit, i’m like the motherfuckin sea and shit. 
i’ve convinced myself that you’re just another carbon copy pretty girl, and i’m interesting, and you’re not, because you are the type of person who makes facebook statuses that say things like, “i’m not like every other girl. i’m different.” lol. thinking that makes me feel better. even though you’re still prettier than me, and my boyfriend would probably break up with me for you if you gave him a chance.
and, well, frankly, i’m waiting for the day that i can finally have a dream about killing you or something.