...Sometimes I'm jealous of you. People just, come to you. People like you even if you don't try. They love you. You turn places into homes. You're bathed in warmth. All of that doesn't come as naturally to me.
I know. You have it hard too. So hard. But I get jealous, a little.
Re: 269, early afternoon
...Sometimes I'm jealous of you. People just, come to you. People like you even if you don't try. They love you. You turn places into homes. You're bathed in warmth. All of that doesn't come as naturally to me.
I know. You have it hard too. So hard. But I get jealous, a little.