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2004-06-14 - 4:27 p.m.
sometimes, i will be driving down very familiar roads, and i look at the road and the surroundings and try to remember how they looked the very first time I drove past them. the freeway overpass and the bushes and signs on the side of the road. and then i think back to me, what i was like the very first time i drove down the road. what was i like? how have i changed as everything around me has become familiar? jealousy is lame. i don't like it when it comes around, and it does come around every so often. and it feeds off of itself, and inverts and chews and spits and hisses and cries. and i don't consider myself a jealous person. i have only met jealousy twice before- for short intense stints. i guess i have learned to bury it, forget it or just plain deny it.she doesn't even know i exist. there is nothing he can do to take me away from you, unless you let it become something that has the power to do so, through the jealousy and the hatred and the constant tick in the back of your head that can't stand it, not even for one second. and you do get cut off in traffic, and the person behind you runs over to the newly opened check out line, and people move into your space whether you have a say in it, or not. and it shouldn't be so painful.
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