He talks about how he admires her. How she does things that are so good, and how I can't do any of those. I want to prove him wrong, I want to tell him that what he thinks of her is wrong, but that's not who I am. If he wants to think of her as having great tolerance, he can. I'm not proving him wrong anymore. I just hate how he can see things in her that he can't see in me. What does it matter though? I can't change his views. I can't convince him otherwise. I can only sit here and type everything out, while he admires her from a distance, while he's still stuck with his pathetic girlfriend who can't do a thing, while he's stuck with me.

Notes:
-Maybe I am just jealous, but that still makes me a bad person, doesn't it?
-I had a heart to heart talk with my boyfriend. One of my friends just confessed to him that she likes him. He keeps telling me that she's worth nothing to him, but I know he's just saying that to please me. I'm tired of asking "What about me?". I'm just jealous.

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