wasn't prepared for that hot curl of jealousy, low and steady in the pit of my stomach. wrapping itself around my vocal chords.
but you know what they say.
keep kicking ass and being awesome.
oh...that's not what they say?
sucks for them, i suppose
but actually, you know what i realized?
we have no claim to the things we have no claim to.
we all still grasp as desperately as we can.