I secretly envy everyone around me.
No one is perfect; but to me, everyone is near it, except me.
I may hate him for his insensitivity, but he emits a charm I've never seen before; he allows things to be clear; aims, targets, directions... No matter what, he who leads me, gave me.
I don't like her frankness, but everything else is so mesmerizing; what else, emotionally, can you get from others that she don't offer.
I despise their closeness, simply because there is no group of friend I'm so close to that allows a common blog; I simply have too many secrets here and there.
I don't like the way they express themselves, often exaggerative; but the kind of calmness and stability that the few of them exhibit is something I doubt I'll ever attain.
I hate her flirtatious order, but she is simply irresistible. There are so many negatives about her, perhaps because of our time together that exposed everything; but love is definitely non-matter, illogical.
We should never compare, I was told. But who doesn't?
Competition conceives efficiency. Without comparison, who'll improve?
But then again, there is no guarantee of improving even with that. Losers don't, for one.
I'm part of that one, I guess.
Oh well.
Negatives.
I seriously gotta get rid of that.
