Yes, it’s true.
I’m Jealous. Very jealous.
I’ve never been more jealous in my life.
And it hurts. And it’s dark.
It’s darker than black hole. Darker than satan’s soul.
I am jealous of the ones who get to die.
The ones who get to leave this place. This awful pace.
The ones who get to sleep soundly forever, unbothered by this evil called life.
I want to die. But I can’t die.
I wish I had no one to disappoint.
No one to hurt.
But there’s too many.
I want to end my pain not pass it on.
So I sit here waiting.
Hoping to be one of the lucky ones.
The ones who get to go, the ones who get to die.
I am jealous.
Indeed I am.
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I know what you are talking about. I sometimes get jealous at other peoples passing. Whenever a person dies I feel like (why not me). But I also have come to realized that life can be very good if you put some effort into it. SO I have come to enjoy living and feel that living to my fullest capacity is the best thing for me to do at this time. There will always be time enough for me to be dead later on down the line when my time comes. SO that is my advice for you. Try to learn to enjoy life now and be happy in it.. life can really be good.
At least i practically have no one to disappoint