It took me a while to be able to say this, but, yes, I get so insanely jealous of you. You with your perfect family and nice house and great body and, God, all those friends and admirers. All of those loving stares you get whenever you walk down the street and the random hellos you get from friendly strangers. Your still intact mind and a past you don't cry over every night. Shit, who wouldn't want to be you. Who wouldn't want to be you.

Fuck, I want to be you so badly.