I love everybody: some I love to be around, some I love to avoid, and others I'd love to punch in the face.
The shit you say behind my back is just as ugly as your false smile when you pretend to be my friend.
Jealousy is a combination of fear and anger: fear of loosing something and anger that someone is "moving in on" something that you feel only belongs to you.
You wonder why I am upset. You wonder why I am angered, but have you taken the time to look into my eyes? If you did, then you'd understand it's because of you.