Michel got laid last night, and the only thing I can feel for him right now is jealousy. I suck. He's my best friend, the guy who is probably responsible for me still being alive right just this minute, and the strongest emotion I feel for him right just this minute is envy.
He has everything I want: material wealth, physical fitness, and love. I know the grass is always greener, and god knows he suffered and toiled to get where he is, but that still can't shut up the little voice in my head that keeps on keening IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!.
I don't know how to deal with that. I really don't.