Jealousy always finds its way back into the forefront of my daily activities.
It pushes my normal, chipper demeanor down a few flights of stairs and presses down on my torso- hard. So hard it becomes difficult to breathe.
When I experience jealousy, it's not a simple feeling that's here and gone in a matter of "let me count my blessings." I experience anger, depression and anxiety because of it.
Dice those all up into a fine minced emotion mix and you have the main event.
The Shit Show of My Life.
Where anxiety attacks are the star and two-timing, indecisive, manipulative boy-men continuously drive me to the point of wanting to stab bitches and take a cheese grater to their clitorises.
There. That feels better.
Now for the depression that will soon turn into anxiety which will somehow constrict my breathing.
I believe this is why Jealousy is called "The Green-eyed Monster" and not "Fluffy Baby Bunnies."
8 years ago