jealousy

It is said that competition in life can be healthy. It can drive you to better and be your best. What if your competition is somebody that you don't want to be competing against?

There was once a time when you actually had friends that were happy for you. Well that doesn't seem to be the case anymore. I have a friend that is never happy for me. She and I talked about how much I wanted to improve my math grade. I improved my grade and she knew how much that meant to me. She didn't congratulate me and she barely responded when I told her.

Sometimes I'm absolutely sick and tired of overprotective girlfriends. Really. Who needs them?
I'm friends with your boyfriend. I don't like him. I love him, but in a "you actually get me, you're intellectual, and you're hilarious," type of way. Not a "I want you to read my soul and run your hands through my hair," type of way.

I thought maybe since I this is my first blog to start out with something nice and sweet, but my life has been the farthest thing from it lately. A couple years this great movie Mean Girls came out and it was a hit. It was a hit with teens across America because it represented true high school life. It showed that even the bitchiest girl could beQueen Bee if she was hot and rich.

I'm the girl who knows the stuff that she shouldn't know. I know all the gossip, I know all the secrets. And I keep most of it to myself. Mind you, not all; I have a big mouth. And it's all because I can be invisible.

            In the third grade I made a boy cry. He was my first love. One day, while we were playing German dodge ball, I took him on the side and told him that I liked him. A day later he told me the same. I was thrilled.