I hate it when my friends are happy or when something lucky or good happens to them. I like them much better when they are depressed and hating their lives. I’m also insanely jealous of my friend…she’s prettier, thinner, gets better grades, is a nicer person, has a cuter boyfriend than me…sometimes I wonder if I like my friends more when I’m thinner, prettier, etc. than they are. I can’t help it though
