AUTHOR’S NOTE: Obviously this is not anything lengthy. Just the inner confessions of me. Eheu, the inner turmoil of an angst-ridden teen.

Everyday, the same sickening, invidious feeling washes over me, coating me in that dark, wretched emotion. The green-eyed monster takes control, filling my mind with malignant lexis that haunts every minute spent in that room. The muffled voices reach my ear, I will myself not glance back, for surely if I do I’ll scream. My shouts will be heard by the demons in hell. I look. The bastard leans over, smiling and laughing at the greasy-haired vixen. The bile rises in my throat, inching its way up for a fiery release. I suppress the cry with a tentative smile. He doesn’t know how much I hate him now, how much I still love him. He doesn’t care. This endless cycle will destroy me. I feel myself going mad with hate and envy. The fiend takes no prisoners; it means to swallow me up. That terrible, horrible green-eyed monster that I allowed so willingly in has carved out its quarters in my soul. My soul, she weeps, this anguish is too much. He tortures me endlessly; he doesn’t know. He’ll never understand. He’ll never stop to care. I’ll be forever alone, my heart rotting into a frenetic mass of envy and the vile paranoia, which is a fair-weathered friend to me now. Evermore I’ll be a slave, lost in this tunnel of desolation. Even if you stop loving me, don’t forget. Please never forget me.